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Pagina 19
Who sees his true love in her naked bed , Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white , But when his glutton eye so full hath fed , His other agents aim at like delight ? Who is so faint , that dare not be so bold To touch the fire ...
Who sees his true love in her naked bed , Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white , But when his glutton eye so full hath fed , His other agents aim at like delight ? Who is so faint , that dare not be so bold To touch the fire ...
Pagina 22
... that hard heart of thine , Has taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine : And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen .
... that hard heart of thine , Has taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine : And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen .
Pagina 26
This sour informer , this hate - breeding spy , This canker that eats up love's tender spring , This carry - tale , dissentious jealousy , That sometimes true news , sometimes false doth bring ; Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ...
This sour informer , this hate - breeding spy , This canker that eats up love's tender spring , This carry - tale , dissentious jealousy , That sometimes true news , sometimes false doth bring ; Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ...
Pagina 37
The flowers are sweet , their colours fresh and trim , But true sweet beauty liv'd and dy'd in him . Bonnet or veil , henceforth no creature wear ; Nor sun , nor ' wind , will ever strive to kiss you ; Having no fair to lose , you need ...
The flowers are sweet , their colours fresh and trim , But true sweet beauty liv'd and dy'd in him . Bonnet or veil , henceforth no creature wear ; Nor sun , nor ' wind , will ever strive to kiss you ; Having no fair to lose , you need ...
Pagina 38
Tis true , true , true , thus was Adonis slain , He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear , Who would not whet his teeth at him again , But by a kiss thought to persuade him there : And nousling in his flank , the loving swine Sheath'd ...
Tis true , true , true , thus was Adonis slain , He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear , Who would not whet his teeth at him again , But by a kiss thought to persuade him there : And nousling in his flank , the loving swine Sheath'd ...
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arms bear beauty behold blood breast breath cheeks cold dead dear death deeds deep delight desire dost doth earth eyes face fair false fame father fault fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief grow hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hide hold honour hour keep kind king kiss leave lies light lips live looks love's Lucrece lust mind needs never night once pity pleasure poor praise proud prove queen quoth rich rose seen shame sight sorrow soul speak stand stay strong sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro thyself tongue true truth unto Venus weep Whilst wife wind worth wound wrong youth
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Pagina 98 - 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 119 - 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 113 - 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 149 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Pagina 154 - ... 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 104 - 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 102 - 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 113 - 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 112 - 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 115 - 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Editie | 2 |
| Uitgever | Munroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 5 jan 2007 |
| Lengte | 204 pagina's |
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