The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several OccasionsMunroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 - 204 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... seen : Love is a spirit all compact of fire , Not gross to sink , but light and will aspire . Witness this primrose - bank whereon I lie , The forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me : Two strengthless doves will draw me through ...
... seen : Love is a spirit all compact of fire , Not gross to sink , but light and will aspire . Witness this primrose - bank whereon I lie , The forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me : Two strengthless doves will draw me through ...
Pagina 18
... seen them , Her eyes woo'd still , his eyes disdain'd the wooing ; And all this dumb play had his acts made plain , With tears , which chorus - like her eyes did rain . Full gently now she takes him by the hand , A lily prison'd in a ...
... seen them , Her eyes woo'd still , his eyes disdain'd the wooing ; And all this dumb play had his acts made plain , With tears , which chorus - like her eyes did rain . Full gently now she takes him by the hand , A lily prison'd in a ...
Pagina 22
... seen by night . O ! where am I ? ( quoth she ) in earth , or heaven ! Or in the ocean drench'd ! or in the fire ! What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I liv'd , and life was death's ...
... seen by night . O ! where am I ? ( quoth she ) in earth , or heaven ! Or in the ocean drench'd ! or in the fire ! What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I liv'd , and life was death's ...
Pagina 30
... seen no more , Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night , Fold in the object that did feed her sight . Whereat amaz'd , as one that unaware Hath dropt a precious jewel in the flood ; Or ...
... seen no more , Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night , Fold in the object that did feed her sight . Whereat amaz'd , as one that unaware Hath dropt a precious jewel in the flood ; Or ...
Pagina 34
... seen in her tears , tears in her eyes ; Both crystals , where they view'd each other's sorrow : Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry . But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain ; Sighs dry her cheeks , tears make them wet ...
... seen in her tears , tears in her eyes ; Both crystals , where they view'd each other's sorrow : Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry . But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain ; Sighs dry her cheeks , tears make them wet ...
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The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin ... William Shakespeare Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2014 |
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Adonis art thou bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood blushing breast breath brow cheeks Colatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lord false fame fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helen hide honour Ilium Jove king kiss Laomedon Lest lips live looks love's love's fire Lucrece Lucretius lust may'st Menelaus mind never night numbers o'er pale Phrygian pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam Procris proud queen quoth rage rich seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight sorrow soul strive swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thro thy love thyself time's tongue Troy true truth unto Venus VENUS AND ADONIS vex'd weep Whilst wind wound youth
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Pagina 96 - 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 117 - 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...
Pagina 111 - 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: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...
Pagina 147 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Pagina 152 - ... powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,...
Pagina 102 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Pagina 100 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Pagina 111 - 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 110 - 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 From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 113 - Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine, which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.