The Sonnets of William ShakspereD. Appleton, 1887 - 251 pàgines |
Continguts
| xxxviii | |
| 1 | |
| 7 | |
| 13 | |
| 24 | |
| 32 | |
| 38 | |
| 48 | |
| 123 | |
| 124 | |
| 125 | |
| 126 | |
| 127 | |
| 128 | |
| 129 | |
| 130 | |
| 55 | |
| 62 | |
| 68 | |
| 74 | |
| 81 | |
| 114 | |
| 115 | |
| 116 | |
| 117 | |
| 118 | |
| 119 | |
| 120 | |
| 121 | |
| 122 | |
| 131 | |
| 132 | |
| 133 | |
| 134 | |
| 135 | |
| 136 | |
| 137 | |
| 138 | |
| 139 | |
| 140 | |
| 141 | |
| 144 | |
| 151 | |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Sonnets of William Shakspere: Rearranged and Divided Into Four Parts William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1859 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
abſence addreſſed againſt alſo Antony & Cleopatra beauty beauty's becauſe beſt bleſſed breaſt cauſe cloſe Cymbeline death defire doft doth Dyce excuſe fair falſe fays feems fhall firſt fome freſh friendſhip ftill fuch fummer's fweet Gentlemen of Verona glaſs hath heart himſelf itſelf King Henry King Henry VI laſt leſs lines live look loſe love's Malone mayſt Meaſure miſtreſs moſt Muſe muſt myſelf night paſſion paſt perſon pleaſe pleaſure poems poet praiſe preſent propoſes Quarto reaſon Romeo & Juliet roſe ſame ſay ſecond ſee ſeem ſeen ſenſe ſet ſhadow Shak Shakſpere Shakſpere's friend ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſome Sonnet ſpeak ſpirit ſpoken ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay Steevens ſtill ſtore ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thine eyes thoſe thou art thou doſt thought thyſelf Time's treaſure truth uſe Venus & Adonis verfe verſe waſte whoſe yourſelf youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 64 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Pàgina 29 - 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, and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Pàgina 90 - 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...
Pàgina 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Pàgina lxi - Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea Loves to have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low, That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air. There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Pàgina 57 - ... sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Pàgina 60 - 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 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Pàgina 71 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pàgina 103 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...