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Resultats 1 - 5 de 41.
Pàgina 5
Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - natur'd , crooked , churlish ,
harsh in voice , O'erworn , despised , rheumatick and cold , Thick - fighted ,
barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then might'st thou pause , for then I were not for
thee ...
Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - natur'd , crooked , churlish ,
harsh in voice , O'erworn , despised , rheumatick and cold , Thick - fighted ,
barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then might'st thou pause , for then I were not for
thee ...
Pàgina 16
Once more the ruby - colour'd portal open'd , Which to his speech did honey
passage yield ; Like a red morn , that ever yet betoken'd Wreck to the sea - man ,
tempeft to the field , Sorrow to shepherds , woe unto the birds , Gust and foul
flaws to ...
Once more the ruby - colour'd portal open'd , Which to his speech did honey
passage yield ; Like a red morn , that ever yet betoken'd Wreck to the sea - man ,
tempeft to the field , Sorrow to shepherds , woe unto the birds , Gust and foul
flaws to ...
Pàgina 20
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover ; What though the rose have pricks
? yet is it pluck'd : Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast , Yet love breaks
through , and picks them all at last . For pity now she can no more detain him ...
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover ; What though the rose have pricks
? yet is it pluck'd : Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast , Yet love breaks
through , and picks them all at last . For pity now she can no more detain him ...
Pàgina 22
... eyne , Whose full perfection all the world amazes ; But having thee at vantage (
wond'rous dread ! ) Would root these beauties as he roots the mead . O ! let him
keep his loathsome cabin still ; Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends .
... eyne , Whose full perfection all the world amazes ; But having thee at vantage (
wond'rous dread ! ) Would root these beauties as he roots the mead . O ! let him
keep his loathsome cabin still ; Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends .
Pàgina 26
So in thyself thyself art made away ; A mischief worse than civil home - bred strife
, Or their's , whose desperate hands themselves do flay , Or butcher - fire , that
reaves his son of life . Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets , But gold
that's ...
So in thyself thyself art made away ; A mischief worse than civil home - bred strife
, Or their's , whose desperate hands themselves do flay , Or butcher - fire , that
reaves his son of life . Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets , But gold
that's ...
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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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