The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volumen18 |
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... grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee fo indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed ? And fear doth teach it divination : I prophefy thy death , my living forrow ...
... grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee fo indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed ? And fear doth teach it divination : I prophefy thy death , my living forrow ...
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... grief may be compared well To one fore - fick , that hears the paffing bell . Then fhalt thou fee the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth fcratch , Each fhadow makes ...
... grief may be compared well To one fore - fick , that hears the paffing bell . Then fhalt thou fee the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth fcratch , Each fhadow makes ...
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... grief , and damn'd defpair , Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . And not the leaft of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favour , favour , hue , and qualities , Whereat th ' imperial ...
... grief , and damn'd defpair , Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . And not the leaft of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favour , favour , hue , and qualities , Whereat th ' imperial ...
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... grief ; All entertain'd , each paffion labours fo , That every prefent forrow feemeth chief , But none is beft ; then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . this , far off the hears fome huntfman holla ...
... grief ; All entertain'd , each paffion labours fo , That every prefent forrow feemeth chief , But none is beft ; then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . this , far off the hears fome huntfman holla ...
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... done thee wrong ; I did but act , he's author of thy flander : Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Could rule them both , without ten women's wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rash suspect 34 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... done thee wrong ; I did but act , he's author of thy flander : Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Could rule them both , without ten women's wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rash suspect 34 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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Página 206 - 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.
Página 178 - 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 : 0, 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.
Página 176 - 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.
Página 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Página 168 - 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.
Página 151 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Página 164 - 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?
Página 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Página 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...