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... unwoo'd and unrespected fade , Die to themselves . Sweet Roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall fade , my verse distills your truth . line 14.
... unwoo'd and unrespected fade , Die to themselves . Sweet Roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall fade , my verse distills your truth . line 14.
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Pagina 275 - 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 95 - 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 174 - 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 228 - God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea : and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die...
Pagina 235 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pagina 271 - 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, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Pagina 274 - tis true, I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Pagina 221 - 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 196 - 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 294 - 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 prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Shrewsbury Edition of the Works of Samuel Butler: Shakespeare's sonnets Volume 14 van The Shrewsbury Edition of the Works of Samuel Butler, Samuel Butler |
| Auteur | Samuel Butler |
| Redacteurs | Henry Festing Jones, Augustus Theodore Bartholomew |
| vertaald door | Samuel Butler |
| Uitgever | J. Cape, 1925 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 5 maart 2008 |
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