Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... art thou coy ? I have been woo'd , as I intreat thee now , Even by the ftern and direful god of war , Whose finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes in every jar : Yet hath he been my captive and my flave , And ...
... art thou coy ? I have been woo'd , as I intreat thee now , Even by the ftern and direful god of war , Whose finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes in every jar : Yet hath he been my captive and my flave , And ...
Pagina 7
... thou on the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies , Then why not lips on lips , fince eyes on eyes ? Art thou afham'd to kifs ? then wink again , And I will wink , fo fhall the day feem night , Love ...
... thou on the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies , Then why not lips on lips , fince eyes on eyes ? Art thou afham'd to kifs ? then wink again , And I will wink , fo fhall the day feem night , Love ...
Pagina 8
... Thou wert begot , to get it is thy duty . " [ beauty ; Upon the earth's increase why fhouldst thou feed , Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art ...
... Thou wert begot , to get it is thy duty . " [ beauty ; Upon the earth's increase why fhouldst thou feed , Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art ...
Pagina 9
... Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay more than flint , for ftone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman's fon , and canft not feel What ' tis to love , how want of love tormenteth ? Oh ! had thy mother born fo bad a mind , She ...
... Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay more than flint , for ftone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman's fon , and canft not feel What ' tis to love , how want of love tormenteth ? Oh ! had thy mother born fo bad a mind , She ...
Pagina 10
... thou wilt have twain . Fie , lifelefs picture , cold and fenfelefs ftone , Well - painted idol , image dull and dead ; Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred . Thou art no man , tho ' of a man's ...
... thou wilt have twain . Fie , lifelefs picture , cold and fenfelefs ftone , Well - painted idol , image dull and dead ; Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred . Thou art no man , tho ' of a man's ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adonis againſt beauty beauty's beft behold bluſhing breaft breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem fhadow fhall fhalt fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring freſh ftand ftate ftill ftrife ftrong fuch fummer fweet glaſs grace grief hath heart herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft regifter rofe ſay ſeem Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wound yourſelf youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 152 - 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 109 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Pagina 155 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Pagina 108 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pagina 174 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream.
Pagina 185 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Pagina 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Pagina 175 - ... red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound : I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Pagina 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Pagina 126 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising...