The Shrewsbury Edition of the Works of Samuel Butler: Shakespeare's sonnetsJ. Cape, 1925 |
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... felfe fubftantiall fewell , Making a famine where aboundance lies , Thy felfe thy foe , to thy fweet felfe too cruell : Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament , And only herauld to the gaudy fpring , Within thine owne bud burieft ...
... felfe fubftantiall fewell , Making a famine where aboundance lies , Thy felfe thy foe , to thy fweet felfe too cruell : Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament , And only herauld to the gaudy fpring , Within thine owne bud burieft ...
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... felfe loue to stop pofterity ? Thou art thy mothers glaffe and the in thee Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime , So thou through windowes of thine age fhalt fee , Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time . << But if thou liue ...
... felfe loue to stop pofterity ? Thou art thy mothers glaffe and the in thee Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime , So thou through windowes of thine age fhalt fee , Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time . << But if thou liue ...
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... felfe kil'da That víc is not forbidden vfery , Which happies thofe that pay the willing lone ; That's for thy felfe to breed an other thee , Or ten times happier be it ten for one , Ten times thy felfe were happier then thou art , < If ...
... felfe kil'da That víc is not forbidden vfery , Which happies thofe that pay the willing lone ; That's for thy felfe to breed an other thee , Or ten times happier be it ten for one , Ten times thy felfe were happier then thou art , < If ...
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... felfe out - going in thy noon : Vnlok'd on dieft vnleffe thou get a fonne . M 8 Vfick to heare , why hear'ft thou mufick fadly , ware Sweets with sweets warre not , ioy delights in ioy : Why lou'st thou that which thou receauft not ...
... felfe out - going in thy noon : Vnlok'd on dieft vnleffe thou get a fonne . M 8 Vfick to heare , why hear'ft thou mufick fadly , ware Sweets with sweets warre not , ioy delights in ioy : Why lou'st thou that which thou receauft not ...
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... felfe at leaft kind harted proue , Make thee an other felfe for loue of me , << That beauty still may liue in thine or thee . << A II $ faft as thou fhalt wane fo faft thou grow'ft , In one of thine , from that which thou departeft ...
... felfe at leaft kind harted proue , Make thee an other felfe for loue of me , << That beauty still may liue in thine or thee . << A II $ faft as thou fhalt wane fo faft thou grow'ft , In one of thine , from that which thou departeft ...
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The Shrewsbury Edition of the Works of Samuel Butler: Shakespeare's sonnets Samuel Butler Volledige weergave - 1925 |
The Shrewsbury Edition of the Works of Samuel Butler: Shakespeare's sonnets Samuel Butler Volledige weergave - 1925 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 122 - 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 97 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pagina 176 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Pagina 226 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Pagina 272 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 188 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, 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...
Pagina 223 - I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be , or your affairs suppose...
Pagina 198 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 298 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Pagina 175 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...