The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several OccasionsMunroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 - 204 pages |
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... honour to your heart's content , which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful ex- pectation . Your honour's in all duty , WILL . SHAKESPEARE , 1 Di F VENUS AND ADONIS . EVEN as the sun TO THE ...
... honour to your heart's content , which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful ex- pectation . Your honour's in all duty , WILL . SHAKESPEARE , 1 Di F VENUS AND ADONIS . EVEN as the sun TO THE ...
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... honour to his hateful name ; She ' cleps him king of graves , and grave for kings . Imperial supreme of mortal things . No , no , ( quoth she ) sweet death I did but jest ; Yet pardon me , I felt a kind of fear , When as I met the boar ...
... honour to his hateful name ; She ' cleps him king of graves , and grave for kings . Imperial supreme of mortal things . No , no , ( quoth she ) sweet death I did but jest ; Yet pardon me , I felt a kind of fear , When as I met the boar ...
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... splendour of the sun ; A date expir'd and cancell'd ere begun . Honour and beauty in the owner's arms , Are weakly fortress'd in a world of harms . Beauty itself doth oft itself persuade The eyes of men TARQUIN AND LUCRECE. ...
... splendour of the sun ; A date expir'd and cancell'd ere begun . Honour and beauty in the owner's arms , Are weakly fortress'd in a world of harms . Beauty itself doth oft itself persuade The eyes of men TARQUIN AND LUCRECE. ...
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... honour , his affairs , his friends , his state , Neglected all , with swift intent he goes To quench the coal , which in his liver glows . O rash false heat , wrapt in repentant cold ! Thy hasty spring still blasts , and ne'er grows old ...
... honour , his affairs , his friends , his state , Neglected all , with swift intent he goes To quench the coal , which in his liver glows . O rash false heat , wrapt in repentant cold ! Thy hasty spring still blasts , and ne'er grows old ...
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... honour , wealth and ease in waning age ; And in this aim there is such thwarting strife , That one for all , or all for one we gage ; As life for honour , in fell battle's rage ,. 4-8 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . ...
... honour , wealth and ease in waning age ; And in this aim there is such thwarting strife , That one for all , or all for one we gage ; As life for honour , in fell battle's rage ,. 4-8 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . ...
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Adonis art thou bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood blushing breast breath brow cheeks Colatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lord false fame fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helen hide honour Ilium Jove king kiss Laomedon Lest lips live looks love's love's fire Lucrece Lucretius lust may'st Menelaus mind never night numbers o'er pale Phrygian pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam Procris proud queen quoth rage rich seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight sorrow soul strive swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thro thy love thyself time's tongue Troy true truth unto Venus VENUS AND ADONIS vex'd weep Whilst wind wound youth
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Page 96 - 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.
Page 117 - 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...
Page 111 - 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: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...
Page 147 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Page 152 - ... powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,...
Page 102 - 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.
Page 100 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Page 111 - 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...
Page 110 - 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; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 113 - Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine, which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.