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 67
... behold : But still like pining Tantalus he sits , And useless bans the harvest of his wits . Having no other pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . So then he hath it , when he cannot use it , And leaves it to ...
... behold : But still like pining Tantalus he sits , And useless bans the harvest of his wits . Having no other pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . So then he hath it , when he cannot use it , And leaves it to ...
Pagina 74
... in the day , As shaming any eye should thee behold ; Some dark , deep desert seated from the way , That knows not parching heat , nor freezing cold , We will find out ; and there we will unfold 74 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE .
... in the day , As shaming any eye should thee behold ; Some dark , deep desert seated from the way , That knows not parching heat , nor freezing cold , We will find out ; and there we will unfold 74 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE .
Pagina 79
... behold ; When every part a part of woe doth bear , ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear , Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . Her letter now is seal'd and on it writ ...
... behold ; When every part a part of woe doth bear , ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear , Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . Her letter now is seal'd and on it writ ...
Pagina 81
... behold triumphing in their faces . In youth quick - bearing and dexterity : And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces : Which heartless peasants did so well resemble , That one would swear ...
... behold triumphing in their faces . In youth quick - bearing and dexterity : And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces : Which heartless peasants did so well resemble , That one would swear ...
Pagina 88
... behold his haste ; Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride Back to the straight that forc'd him on so fast ; In rage sent out , recall'd in rage being past : Even so his sighs , his sorrows make a saw , To push grief on , and back the ...
... behold his haste ; Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride Back to the straight that forc'd him on so fast ; In rage sent out , recall'd in rage being past : Even so his sighs , his sorrows make a saw , To push grief on , and back the ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.