The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 15 |
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... dost abhor me ? Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow ; 1 Mine eyes are gray , and bright , and quick in turning ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand ...
... dost abhor me ? Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow ; 1 Mine eyes are gray , and bright , and quick in turning ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand ...
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... dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And Titan , tired1 in the midday heat , With burning eye did hotly ...
... dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And Titan , tired1 in the midday heat , With burning eye did hotly ...
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... dost thou feel it ? ' " Give me my heart , ' saith she , and thou shalt have it : O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard ...
... dost thou feel it ? ' " Give me my heart , ' saith she , and thou shalt have it : O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard ...
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... dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest ; But , like an earthquake , shakes thee on my breast : For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; Gives false alarms , suggesteth ...
... dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest ; But , like an earthquake , shakes thee on my breast : For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; Gives false alarms , suggesteth ...
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... dost lend to other . ' This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn , And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn : Anon she hears them chant it lustily ...
... dost lend to other . ' This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn , And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn : Anon she hears them chant it lustily ...
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Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow SHAK shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto Venus VENUS AND ADONIS weary weep wherein wind words wound youth
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Page 184 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 166 - 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...
Page 266 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Page 158 - 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.
Page 214 - 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.
Page 165 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Page 200 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
Page 200 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.
Page 167 - And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: ' Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had...
Page 235 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate...