Youth of Shakspeare

Portada
Burgess, 1847 - 254 páginas

Dentro del libro

Páginas seleccionadas

Otras ediciones - Ver todas

Términos y frases comunes

Pasajes populares

Página 238 - Why blush ye, love, to give to me your hand, The pledge of all our band? Sing, ye sweet Angels, Alleluia sing, That all the woods may answer, and your echo ring.
Página 129 - While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his gifts in vain ; Suns that set may rise again ; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Página 140 - And worn so by you; how that foolish man, That reads the story of a woman's face And dies believing it, is lost for ever...
Página 197 - Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay; And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.
Página 15 - These things begin To look like dangers, now, worthy my fates. Fortune, I see thy worst : let doubtful states, And things uncertain, hang upon thy will : Me surest death shall render certain still. Yet, why is now my thought turn'd toward death, Whom fates have let go on, so far in breath, Uncheck'd or unreproved ? I...
Página 82 - Nor is it aught, if from the censuring world I can but hide it. Reputation, Thou art a word, no more ! — But thou hast shown An impudence so high, that to the world I fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself.
Página 117 - Come, I'll be out of this ague, For to live thus is not indeed to live; It is a mockery and abuse of life. I will not henceforth save myself by halves; Lose all, or nothing.
Página 82 - Desert is borne out of his bow, Reward upon his wing doth go; What fools are they that have not known That Love likes no laws but his own. My songs they be of Cynthia's...
Página 104 - A wonder of thine age throughout Bononia ? How did the university applaud Thy government, behaviour, learning, speech, Sweetness, and all that could make up a man ! I was proud of my tutelage, and chose Rather to leave my books than part with thee. I did so ; but the fruits of all my hopes Are lost in thee, as thou art in thyself.
Página 72 - For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle and his philosophic, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.

Información bibliográfica