The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Объемы 1-2Houghton, Osgood, 1879 - Всего страниц: 686 |
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... blood , though his family had been long established in the county of Warwick . The place of his birth is doubtful ; but not long 1 Note by George Steevens on Shakespeare's xciiid Sonnet . [ 2 It is probable that John Shakespeare was the ...
... blood , though his family had been long established in the county of Warwick . The place of his birth is doubtful ; but not long 1 Note by George Steevens on Shakespeare's xciiid Sonnet . [ 2 It is probable that John Shakespeare was the ...
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... blood bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me , And points at them for his . " Act iv . sc . 1 . 65 " From a paper now before me , which formerly be- longed to Edward Alleyn , the player , our poet [ Shakespeare ] 66 Besides the patronage of the ...
... blood bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me , And points at them for his . " Act iv . sc . 1 . 65 " From a paper now before me , which formerly be- longed to Edward Alleyn , the player , our poet [ Shakespeare ] 66 Besides the patronage of the ...
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... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being ...
... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being ...
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... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , " Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , " That tremble at the imagination ? 66 The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And ...
... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , " Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , " That tremble at the imagination ? 66 The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And ...
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... blood : " Surfeits , imposthumes , grief , and damn'd despair , 83 " Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , " But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : 66 Both favour , savour ...
... blood : " Surfeits , imposthumes , grief , and damn'd despair , 83 " Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , " But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : 66 Both favour , savour ...
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actors Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson blood breast breath cheeks Collatine Cynthia's Revels daughter dead dear death deeds delight doth dramas Duncote epigram face fair false fame fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief Hamnet hand hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust MALONE masques may'st mind muse never night play poems poet poison'd poor praise proud Queen quoth Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Sejanus Shak Shake Shakespeare shalt shame sighs sing Sonnets sorrow soul stage Stratford swear sweet Tarquin tears tell theatre thee thing Thomas Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verses weep Welcombe wife William William Shakespeare words Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Стр. xxxi - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 184 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 277 - 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...
Стр. 180 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate — That Time will come and take my Love away : — This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Стр. 288 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Стр. xxxi - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 217 - Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy...
Стр. 41 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.