Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare ...Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 253 頁 |
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第 9 頁
... . Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would you create me new ? Transform me then , and to your power I'll yield ! XI EROS AND ANTEROS ART thou , god , to OF SHAKESPEARE 9.
... . Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would you create me new ? Transform me then , and to your power I'll yield ! XI EROS AND ANTEROS ART thou , god , to OF SHAKESPEARE 9.
第 70 頁
... truth and beauty shall together thrive , If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert ; Or else of thee this I prognosticate : Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date . YOUTH AND TIME WHEN I consider everything that grows Holds ...
... truth and beauty shall together thrive , If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert ; Or else of thee this I prognosticate : Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date . YOUTH AND TIME WHEN I consider everything that grows Holds ...
第 73 頁
... truth than tongue , And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage And stretchéd metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time , You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme . THE UNFADING PICTURE SHALL I ...
... truth than tongue , And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage And stretchéd metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time , You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme . THE UNFADING PICTURE SHALL I ...
第 92 頁
... truth . For whether beauty , birth , or wealth , or wit , Or any of these all , or all , or more , Entitled in thy parts do crownéd sit , I make my love engrafted to this store : So then I am not lame , poor , nor despised , Whilst that ...
... truth . For whether beauty , birth , or wealth , or wit , Or any of these all , or all , or more , Entitled in thy parts do crownéd sit , I make my love engrafted to this store : So then I am not lame , poor , nor despised , Whilst that ...
第 96 頁
... lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth , - Hers , by thy beauty tempting her to thee , Thine , by thy beauty being false to me . THEFT NO ROBBERY ' HAT thou hast her , it 96 SONGS AND SONNETS.
... lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth , - Hers , by thy beauty tempting her to thee , Thine , by thy beauty being false to me . THEFT NO ROBBERY ' HAT thou hast her , it 96 SONGS AND SONNETS.
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第 115 頁 - IKE 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.
第 85 頁 - 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...
第 42 頁 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
第 88 頁 - 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, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
第 185 頁 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
第 120 頁 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
第 166 頁 - 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...
第 19 頁 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
第 162 頁 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
第 161 頁 - When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now.