The Works of William Shakespeare...Shakespeare head Press, 1907 |
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Sayfa 27
... once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ; None that beheld him , but , like lesser lights , Did vail their crowns to his supremacy : Where now his son like a glow - worm in ...
... once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ; None that beheld him , but , like lesser lights , Did vail their crowns to his supremacy : Where now his son like a glow - worm in ...
Sayfa 42
... once more : -how thou stirr'st , thou block ! — 90 The music there ! -I pray you , give her air.— Gentlemen , this queen will live nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : she hath not been Entranced above five hours : see how she ...
... once more : -how thou stirr'st , thou block ! — 90 The music there ! -I pray you , give her air.— Gentlemen , this queen will live nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : she hath not been Entranced above five hours : see how she ...
Sayfa 48
... once again ; reserve That excellent complexion , which did steal Care not for me ; and old . young The of eyes I can go home alone . Mar. But yet I have no desire to it . Dion . Well , I will go ; Come , come , I know ' tis good for you ...
... once again ; reserve That excellent complexion , which did steal Care not for me ; and old . young The of eyes I can go home alone . Mar. But yet I have no desire to it . Dion . Well , I will go ; Come , come , I know ' tis good for you ...
Sayfa 49
... once ' gainst my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her any profit , Or my life imply her any danger ? Leon . My commission Is not to reason of the deed , but do ' t . Mar. You will not do ' t ...
... once ' gainst my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her any profit , Or my life imply her any danger ? Leon . My commission Is not to reason of the deed , but do ' t . Mar. You will not do ' t ...
Sayfa 58
... once gone . First Gent . But to have divinity preacht there ! did you ever dream of such a thing ? Sec . Gent . No , no . Come , I am for no more bawdy- houses - shall's go hear the vestals sing ? First Gent . I'll do any thing now that ...
... once gone . First Gent . But to have divinity preacht there ! did you ever dream of such a thing ? Sec . Gent . No , no . Come , I am for no more bawdy- houses - shall's go hear the vestals sing ? First Gent . I'll do any thing now that ...
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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.