The Poems of Shakespeare, Volume 37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 288 pages |
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... dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears : Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone , And thou , sweet Anker , art my Helicon . " Henry Constable appears to have been strangely overrated by his contemporaries ...
... dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears : Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone , And thou , sweet Anker , art my Helicon . " Henry Constable appears to have been strangely overrated by his contemporaries ...
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... dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for heaven prepar'd . At length , I like an angel shall appear , In spotless white , an angel's crown to wear . " Let us now turn ...
... dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for heaven prepar'd . At length , I like an angel shall appear , In spotless white , an angel's crown to wear . " Let us now turn ...
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... dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; " As in revenge or quittal of such strife : " But as he is my kinsman , my dear friend , " The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end . 66 Shameful it is ; —ay , if ...
... dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; " As in revenge or quittal of such strife : " But as he is my kinsman , my dear friend , " The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end . 66 Shameful it is ; —ay , if ...
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... her bare breast , the heart of all her land ; Whose ranks of blue veins , as his hand did scale , Left their round turrets destitute and pale . They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess 80 THE POEMS.
... her bare breast , the heart of all her land ; Whose ranks of blue veins , as his hand did scale , Left their round turrets destitute and pale . They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess 80 THE POEMS.
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William Shakespeare. They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess and lady lies , Do tell her she is dreadfully beset , And fright her with confusion of their cries : She , much amaz'd , breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes ...
William Shakespeare. They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess and lady lies , Do tell her she is dreadfully beset , And fright her with confusion of their cries : She , much amaz'd , breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes ...
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Page 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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 proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 174 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Page 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Page 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 276 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 39 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
Page 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 202 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...