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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Side 116
... wrong ' gainst ILLIUM ) ACHILLES in a smock his sex doth smother , And lays the blame upon his careful mother . What mak'st thou , great ACHILLES , teazing wool , When PALLAS in a helm should clasp thy scull ? What do these fingers with ...
... wrong ' gainst ILLIUM ) ACHILLES in a smock his sex doth smother , And lays the blame upon his careful mother . What mak'st thou , great ACHILLES , teazing wool , When PALLAS in a helm should clasp thy scull ? What do these fingers with ...
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... wrong your state , Nor be a wife to one degenerate . Search the records where we did first begin , And you shall find the Pleiads of our kin ; Nay , Jove himself , all others to forbear That in our stock renowned princes were . My ...
... wrong your state , Nor be a wife to one degenerate . Search the records where we did first begin , And you shall find the Pleiads of our kin ; Nay , Jove himself , all others to forbear That in our stock renowned princes were . My ...
Side 142
... wrong me if you can ; You needs must say , I am the properer man . None of my line hath turn'd the sun to blood , And robb'd his steeds of their ambrosial food . AMOROUS EPISTLE OF PARIS TO HELEN . My father grew 142 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS .
... wrong me if you can ; You needs must say , I am the properer man . None of my line hath turn'd the sun to blood , And robb'd his steeds of their ambrosial food . AMOROUS EPISTLE OF PARIS TO HELEN . My father grew 142 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS .
Side 143
... wrong'd the guiltless soul , or further , Made the Myrtean sea look red with murder : Nor thirsteth my great grandsire in the lake Of Lethe , chin - deep , yet no thirst can slake : Nor after ripen'd apples vainly skips , Who fly him ...
... wrong'd the guiltless soul , or further , Made the Myrtean sea look red with murder : Nor thirsteth my great grandsire in the lake Of Lethe , chin - deep , yet no thirst can slake : Nor after ripen'd apples vainly skips , Who fly him ...
Side 154
... wrong the recompence of right ; Is all our friendship guerdon'd with despight ? I doubt me then , whether in our court doth tarry A friendly guest , or a fierce adversary , Nor blame me , for if justly you consider , And these ...
... wrong the recompence of right ; Is all our friendship guerdon'd with despight ? I doubt me then , whether in our court doth tarry A friendly guest , or a fierce adversary , Nor blame me , for if justly you consider , And these ...
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AMOROUS EPISTLE bear beauteous beauty's behold breast breath CEPHALUS cheek dead dear death delight dost thou doth earth EDITOR EPISTLE OF PARIS face fair false fame fear feasts of love fire flame flowers gainst give grace hast hate hath heart heaven HELEN TO PARIS Jove kiss Lest live look lov'st love's Love's Labour's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT MALONE may'st means MENELAUS mind MINOTAUR modern edition muse night PARIS TO HELEN Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poet poor praise PRIAM PROCRIS quarto queen rhyme rich Richard Barnefield Samuel Lysons Shakespeare shalt shame shew sighs sight sing sonnets sorrow soul STEEVENS swear tears thee THESEUS thine eye thing thou art thou dost thoughts thro thy love thy sweet thyself time's tongue Trojan true truth unto VENUS verse weep Whilst William Jaggard word 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.