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Pagina 1
... content : desire ; cf. n . 3 livery : dress 11 old excuse : excuse for my old age . fuel ; cf. n . · • and thee ; cf. n . 13 , 14 Pity the world 4 weed : garment 3 Look in thy glass , and tell the face Shakespeare's Sonnets.
... content : desire ; cf. n . 3 livery : dress 11 old excuse : excuse for my old age . fuel ; cf. n . · • and thee ; cf. n . 13 , 14 Pity the world 4 weed : garment 3 Look in thy glass , and tell the face Shakespeare's Sonnets.
Pagina 2
edward bliss reed. 3 Look in thy glass , and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another ; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest , Thou dost beguile the world , unbless some mother , For where is she so ...
edward bliss reed. 3 Look in thy glass , and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another ; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest , Thou dost beguile the world , unbless some mother , For where is she so ...
Pagina 7
... tell of good or evil luck , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons ' quality ; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell , Pointing to each his thunder , rain , and wind , Or say with princes if it shall go well , By oft predict that I in ...
... tell of good or evil luck , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons ' quality ; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell , Pointing to each his thunder , rain , and wind , Or say with princes if it shall go well , By oft predict that I in ...
Pagina 14
... tell the day , to please him , thou art bright And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even . 12 But day doth daily draw my ...
... tell the day , to please him , thou art bright And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even . 12 But day doth daily draw my ...
Pagina 15
... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor❜d and sorrows end . 7 scope : range of opportunity 4 new wail : bewail ...
... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor❜d and sorrows end . 7 scope : range of opportunity 4 new wail : bewail ...
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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.