The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 3 din 79
Pagina 195
... thee thy poet doth invent , He robs thee of , and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue , and he stole that word From thy behavior ; beauty doth he give , And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee ...
... thee thy poet doth invent , He robs thee of , and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue , and he stole that word From thy behavior ; beauty doth he give , And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee ...
Pagina 233
... thee alone : But my five wits , nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee , Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man , Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be : Only my plague thus far I count my gain ...
... thee alone : But my five wits , nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee , Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man , Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be : Only my plague thus far I count my gain ...
Pagina 238
... thee not , When I , against myself , with thee partake ? Do I not think on thee , when I forgot Am of myself , all , tyrant , for thy sake ? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend ? On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon ? Nay , if ...
... thee not , When I , against myself , with thee partake ? Do I not think on thee , when I forgot Am of myself , all , tyrant , for thy sake ? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend ? On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon ? Nay , if ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss leave lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto VENUS AND ADONIS weary weep wherein wind words wound youth