The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volum 18 |
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Pàgina 2
... doth lend her force , Couragiously to pluck him from his horse . Over one arm the lufty courfer's rein , Under the ... doth she ftroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but foon she stops his lips ; And kiffing speaks ...
... doth lend her force , Couragiously to pluck him from his horse . Over one arm the lufty courfer's rein , Under the ... doth she ftroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but foon she stops his lips ; And kiffing speaks ...
Pàgina 3
... doth anew begin . Forc'd to content , but never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the fteam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of ...
... doth anew begin . Forc'd to content , but never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the fteam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of ...
Pàgina 7
... doth burn my face ; I must remove . " Ah me ( quoth Venus ) young , and fo unkind ! What bare excuses mak'ft thou to be gone I'll figh celeftial breath , whofe gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this defcending fun ; I'll make a fhadow ...
... doth burn my face ; I must remove . " Ah me ( quoth Venus ) young , and fo unkind ! What bare excuses mak'ft thou to be gone I'll figh celeftial breath , whofe gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this defcending fun ; I'll make a fhadow ...
Pàgina 8
... doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now the fain would speak , And now her fobs do her intendments break . Sometimes she ...
... doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now the fain would speak , And now her fobs do her intendments break . Sometimes she ...
Pàgina 9
... doth fhe now for wits ? Struck dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that fmiles at thee in fcorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words ...
... doth fhe now for wits ? Struck dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that fmiles at thee in fcorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 206 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Pàgina 178 - 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 : 0, 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.
Pàgina 176 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pàgina 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Pàgina 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Pàgina 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Pàgina 151 - 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.
Pàgina 164 - 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?
Pàgina 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Pàgina 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...