The Temple Shakespeare, Volume 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... tongue , And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : 220 And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her ...
... tongue , And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : 220 And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her ...
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... tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute , The ...
... tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute , The ...
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... tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh - sounding , Ear's deep - sweet music ...
... tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh - sounding , Ear's deep - sweet music ...
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... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in mine ear , And will not let a false sound enter there ...
... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in mine ear , And will not let a false sound enter there ...
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... tongue cannot express my grief for one , And yet , ' quoth she , behold two Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd to fire , my heart to lead : Heavy heart's lead , melt at mine eyes ' red fire ...
... tongue cannot express my grief for one , And yet , ' quoth she , behold two Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd to fire , my heart to lead : Heavy heart's lead , melt at mine eyes ' red fire ...
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Page iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Page 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Page 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Page iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Page xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Page 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...