Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is prefixed a sketch of the author's life, Bind 2 |
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth , And delves the parallels in beauty's brow , Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow . And yet to times , in hope my verse shall stand ...
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth , And delves the parallels in beauty's brow , Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow . And yet to times , in hope my verse shall stand ...
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Now stand you on the top of happy hours , And many maiden gardens yet unset , With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit . So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this ...
Now stand you on the top of happy hours , And many maiden gardens yet unset , With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit . So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this ...
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Paler for sorrow than her milk - white dove ; For ADON's sake , a youngster proud and wild , Her stand she takes upon a steep - up hill : Anon ADONIS comes with horn and hounds , She , silly queen , with more than love's ...
Paler for sorrow than her milk - white dove ; For ADON's sake , a youngster proud and wild , Her stand she takes upon a steep - up hill : Anon ADONIS comes with horn and hounds , She , silly queen , with more than love's ...
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Oh ! give thyself the thanks , if aught in me , Worthy perusal , stand against thy sight ; For who's so dull , that cannot write to thee , When thou thyself dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth muse , ten times more in worth ...
Oh ! give thyself the thanks , if aught in me , Worthy perusal , stand against thy sight ; For who's so dull , that cannot write to thee , When thou thyself dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth muse , ten times more in worth ...
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No matter then altho ' my foot did stand Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee ; For nimble thought can jump both sea and land , As soon as think the place where he would be . But ah ! thought kills me , that I am not thought ...
No matter then altho ' my foot did stand Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee ; For nimble thought can jump both sea and land , As soon as think the place where he would be . But ah ! thought kills me , that I am not thought ...
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AMOROUS EPISTLE appear bear beauty believe better breast breath bring dead dear death delight desire dost doth earth edition EDITOR EPISTLE OF PARIS error eyes face fair false father fear fire flame flowers give grace grow hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven HELEN hold kind leave live look love's MALONE means mind nature never night old copy once PARIS PARIS TO HELEN Perhaps play pleasure poet poor praise present prove queen reason rhyme rich rose seems seen sense Shakespeare shame sight sing sonnets soul speak spirit stand STEEVENS strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thoughts thyself tongue true truth unto VENUS weep Whilst worth youth
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Side 55 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell 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.
Side 4 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Side 5 - Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Side 25 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 58 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, "When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen,) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Side 85 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so, Had, having, and...
Side 7 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Side 62 - 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? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.
Side 53 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live 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. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Side 23 - 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 From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is prefixed a sketch of the author's life, Bind 2 Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is prefixed a sketch of the author's life, Walley Chamberlain Oulton |
| Forfatter | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktør | Walley Chamberlain Oulton |
| udgivet | 1804 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 13. sep 2007 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |