The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volume 18 |
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... terms acquit me from this chance ? The poifon'd fountain clears itself again ; And why not I from this compelled stain ? With this , they all at once began to fay , Her body's stain her mind untainted clears ; While with a joyless smile ...
... terms acquit me from this chance ? The poifon'd fountain clears itself again ; And why not I from this compelled stain ? With this , they all at once began to fay , Her body's stain her mind untainted clears ; While with a joyless smile ...
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... term'd a poet's rage , And flretched metre of an antique fong : But were fome child of yours alive that time , You should live twice ; -in it , and in my rhime . K 1 XVIII . Shall I compare thee to a fummer's day SONNETS . 129.
... term'd a poet's rage , And flretched metre of an antique fong : But were fome child of yours alive that time , You should live twice ; -in it , and in my rhime . K 1 XVIII . Shall I compare thee to a fummer's day SONNETS . 129.
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... term of life thou art affured mine ; And life no longer than thy love will stay , For it depends upon that love of thine . Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs , When in the least of them my life hath end . I see a better state ...
... term of life thou art affured mine ; And life no longer than thy love will stay , For it depends upon that love of thine . Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs , When in the least of them my life hath end . I see a better state ...
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... terms divine in felling hours of drofs ; Within be fed , without be rich no more : So fhalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . CXLVII . My love is as a fever , longing ftill For ...
... terms divine in felling hours of drofs ; Within be fed , without be rich no more : So fhalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . CXLVII . My love is as a fever , longing ftill For ...
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... terms I held my city , Till thus he ' gan befiege me : " Gentle maid , Have of my fuffering youth fome feeling pity , And be not of my holy vows afraid : That's to you fworn , to none was ever faid ; For feafts of love I have been call ...
... terms I held my city , Till thus he ' gan befiege me : " Gentle maid , Have of my fuffering youth fome feeling pity , And be not of my holy vows afraid : That's to you fworn , to none was ever faid ; For feafts of love I have been call ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...