The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 pages |
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... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens ; ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens ; ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
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... shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks : Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith , she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; 1 What follows more ...
... shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks : Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith , she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; 1 What follows more ...
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... shame , and anger ashy - pale ; Being red , she loves him best ; and being white , Her best is better'd with a more delight . Look how he can , she cannot choose but love ; And by her fair immortal hand she swears From his soft bosom ...
... shame , and anger ashy - pale ; Being red , she loves him best ; and being white , Her best is better'd with a more delight . Look how he can , she cannot choose but love ; And by her fair immortal hand she swears From his soft bosom ...
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... shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , " And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so ; 66 I pray you hence , and leave me here alone : " For all my mind , my thought , my busy care ...
... shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , " And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so ; 66 I pray you hence , and leave me here alone : " For all my mind , my thought , my busy care ...
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... shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handling , Or as the fleet - foot roe , that's tir'd with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
... shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handling , Or as the fleet - foot roe , that's tir'd with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
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Page 218 - 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 proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 277 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Page 274 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Page 162 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII 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 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 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 175 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Page 226 - 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.
Page 197 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.