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... light.— This Antioch , then , Antiochus the Great Built up , this city , for his chiefest seat ; The fairest in all Syria , — I tell what mine authors say : you This king unto him took a fere , Who died and left a female heir , So buxom ...
... light.— This Antioch , then , Antiochus the Great Built up , this city , for his chiefest seat ; The fairest in all Syria , — I tell what mine authors say : you This king unto him took a fere , Who died and left a female heir , So buxom ...
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... light , I loved you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stored with ill : But I must tell you , -now my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait That , knowing ...
... light , I loved you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stored with ill : But I must tell you , -now my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait That , knowing ...
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... light . One sin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder ' s as near to lust as flame to smoke : Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame : Then , lest my life be cropt to keep you clear , By ...
... light . One sin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder ' s as near to lust as flame to smoke : Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame : Then , lest my life be cropt to keep you clear , By ...
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... light more faithful than I'll be . Per . I do not doubt thy faith ; But should he wrong my liberties in my absence ? Hel . We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth , From whence we had our being and our birth . Per . Tyre , I now ...
... light more faithful than I'll be . Per . I do not doubt thy faith ; But should he wrong my liberties in my absence ? Hel . We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth , From whence we had our being and our birth . Per . Tyre , I now ...
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... light unto you . Being at Antioch , - Thal . [ aside ] What from Antioch ? Hel . Royal Antiochus - on what cause I know not— Took some displeasure at him , —at least he judged so ; 20 And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd , To ...
... light unto you . Being at Antioch , - Thal . [ aside ] What from Antioch ? Hel . Royal Antiochus - on what cause I know not— Took some displeasure at him , —at least he judged so ; 20 And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd , To ...
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Page 200 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Page 188 - 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...
Page 217 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 199 - 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...
Page 190 - 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, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 90 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Page 189 - 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 222 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Page 184 - 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 212 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.