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Pagina 3
... summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid prisoner pent in walls of ...
... summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid prisoner pent in walls of ...
Pagina 6
... summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard , Then of thy beauty do I question make , That thou among the wastes of time must go , Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as ...
... summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard , Then of thy beauty do I question make , That thou among the wastes of time must go , Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as ...
Pagina 9
... summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold ... summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st , Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade ...
... summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold ... summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st , Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade ...
Pagina 27
... summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of ...
... summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of ...
Pagina 28
... summer's welcome thrice more wish'd , more rare . 7 Nor Mars his : neither Mars ' 12 wear this world out : outlast this world judgment day that ends all 13 that : when ending doom : to the 10 contracted new : but lately betrothed 57 ...
... summer's welcome thrice more wish'd , more rare . 7 Nor Mars his : neither Mars ' 12 wear this world out : outlast this world judgment day that ends all 13 that : when ending doom : to the 10 contracted new : but lately betrothed 57 ...
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ampton antique Astrophel and Stella beauteous beauty's better blessed bright couplet dark woman dead death deeds disgrace dost thou doth Dowden earth edge of doom edition eternal face fair false fear flowers gentle give grace hate hath heaven limbecks live look lov'st love thee love's Love's fire Mary Fitton memory mind mistress Muse night painted paraphrased Passionate Pilgrim Petrarch Pity pleasure poems poet poet's poor pride proud prove quarto Rape of Lucrece remov'd rose sestet shadow Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's sonnets shalt shame sight soul spirit summer's tell thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thought thy beauty thy heart thy love thy show thy sweet thy worth thyself Time's pencil tongue treasure true truth Venus and Adonis verse waste weed Whilst wrinkles youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pagina 37 - T'HAT time of year thou mayst in me behold •*• When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pagina 55 - For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. CX Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view...
Pagina 47 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show. Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Pagina 49 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
Pagina 17 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Pagina 9 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?. Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough Winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Pagina 58 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 33 - O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Pagina 41 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.