Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 sider |
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Side 25
... grief , and hang the head . What should I do ? feeing thee so indeed ? That trembling at th ' 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 ? feeing thee so indeed ? That trembling at th ' 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 - bedabled 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 - bedabled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way : Each envious briar his weary legs doth fcratch , Each fhadow makes ...
Side 27
... , whose attaint Disorder breeds by heating of the blood : Surfeits , impofthumes , grief , and damn'd defpair , Swear nature's death , for framing thee fo fair . And not the leaft of all these maladies , But Venus and Adonis . 27.
... , whose attaint Disorder breeds by heating of the blood : Surfeits , impofthumes , grief , and damn'd defpair , Swear nature's death , for framing thee fo fair . And not the leaft of all these maladies , But Venus and Adonis . 27.
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... grief : All entertain'd , each paffion labours fo , That every present forrow feemeth chief . But none is beft , then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . By this , far off , fhe hears fome huntsman ...
... grief : All entertain'd , each paffion labours fo , That every present forrow feemeth chief . But none is beft , then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . By this , far off , fhe hears fome huntsman ...
Side 36
... Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Cou'd rule them both without ten womens wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rafh fufpect the doth extenuate ; And that his beauty may the better thrive , With death she humbly doth ...
... Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Cou'd rule them both without ten womens wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rafh fufpect the doth extenuate ; And that his beauty may the better thrive , With death she humbly doth ...
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Adonis againſt beauty beauty's beft behold bluſhing breaft breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem fhadow fhall fhalt fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring freſh ftand ftate ftill ftrife ftrong fuch fummer fweet glaſs grace grief hath heart herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft regifter rofe ſay ſeem Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wound yourſelf youth
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Side 152 - 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.
Side 109 - 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.
Side 155 - 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?
Side 108 - 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.
Side 174 - 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.
Side 185 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Side 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Side 175 - ... 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, when she walks, treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Side 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Side 126 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising...