The Works of William Shakespeare...Shakespeare head Press, 1907 |
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Sayfa 6
... hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stored with ill : But I must tell you , -now my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You are a fair viol , and ...
... hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stored with ill : But I must tell you , -now my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You are a fair viol , and ...
Sayfa 8
... hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame : Then , lest my life be cropt to keep you clear , By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear . Enter ANTIOCHUS . [ Exit . Ant . He hath found the meaning , for the which we ...
... hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame : Then , lest my life be cropt to keep you clear , By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear . Enter ANTIOCHUS . [ Exit . Ant . He hath found the meaning , for the which we ...
Sayfa 15
... hand , For Riches strew'd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads so high they kist the clouds , And strangers ne'er beheld but wonder'd at ; Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd , Like one another's glass to trim ...
... hand , For Riches strew'd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads so high they kist the clouds , And strangers ne'er beheld but wonder'd at ; Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd , Like one another's glass to trim ...
Sayfa 25
... hand environed with clouds , Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried ; The motto thus , Sic spectanda fides . Sim . And what's [ The Sixth Knight passes . The sixth and last , the which the knight himself With such a graceful ...
... hand environed with clouds , Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried ; The motto thus , Sic spectanda fides . Sim . And what's [ The Sixth Knight passes . The sixth and last , the which the knight himself With such a graceful ...
Sayfa 30
... hand should give them burial . Esca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet but justice ; for though This king were great , his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft , but sin had his reward . Esca . ' Tis very true . Enter two or ...
... hand should give them burial . Esca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet but justice ; for though This king were great , his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft , but sin had his reward . Esca . ' Tis very true . Enter two or ...
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Sayfa 200 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Sayfa 188 - 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...
Sayfa 217 - 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.
Sayfa 199 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. 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...
Sayfa 190 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Sayfa 90 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sayfa 189 - 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...
Sayfa 222 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, 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...
Sayfa 184 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say ' This poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Sayfa 212 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.