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Pàgina 3
Forc'd to content , but never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ;
She feedeth on the steam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of
grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers , So they were dew'd with
...
Forc'd to content , but never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ;
She feedeth on the steam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of
grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers , So they were dew'd with
...
Pàgina 5
... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in
their prime , Rot and consume themselves in little time . Were I hard - favour'd ,
foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - natur'd , crooked , churlish , harsh in voice , O'erworn ...
... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in
their prime , Rot and consume themselves in little time . Were I hard - favour'd ,
foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - natur'd , crooked , churlish , harsh in voice , O'erworn ...
Pàgina 6
Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; These forceless flowers like sturdy
trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From
morn till night , even where I list to sport me : Is love fo light , sweet boy , and may
it be ...
Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; These forceless flowers like sturdy
trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From
morn till night , even where I list to sport me : Is love fo light , sweet boy , and may
it be ...
Pàgina 23
... all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth
make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee
so indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my
faint ...
... all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth
make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee
so indeed , That trembling at the imagination , The thought of it doth make my
faint ...
Pàgina 32
The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; They bid thee crop a weed , thou
pluck'st a flower . Love's golden arrow at him should have fled , And not death's
ebon dart , to strike him dead . Dost thou drink tears , that thou provok'st such ...
The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; They bid thee crop a weed , thou
pluck'st a flower . Love's golden arrow at him should have fled , And not death's
ebon dart , to strike him dead . Dost thou drink tears , that thou provok'st such ...
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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...
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | 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 The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Publicat | 1798 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 14 Set. 2007 |
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