The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
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第 54 頁
But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer , Having solicited th ' Eternal Power , That
his foul thoughts might compass his fair Fair , And they would stand auspicious to
the hour ; E'en there he starts : quoth he , I must deflour ! The powers to whom I ...
But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer , Having solicited th ' Eternal Power , That
his foul thoughts might compass his fair Fair , And they would stand auspicious to
the hour ; E'en there he starts : quoth he , I must deflour ! The powers to whom I ...
第 89 頁
But ere I name him , you fair lords , quoth she , ( Speaking to those that came with
Colatine ) Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With swift pursuit to ' venge
this wrong of mine : For ' tis a meritorious fair design , To chase injustice with ...
But ere I name him , you fair lords , quoth she , ( Speaking to those that came with
Colatine ) Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With swift pursuit to ' venge
this wrong of mine : For ' tis a meritorious fair design , To chase injustice with ...
第 109 頁
A woman I foreswore ; but I will prove , Thou being a goddess , I forswore not
thee : My vow was earthly , thou a heavenly love , Thy grace being gain'd , cures
all disgrace in me . My vow was breath , and breath a vapour is ; Then thou , fair
sun ...
A woman I foreswore ; but I will prove , Thou being a goddess , I forswore not
thee : My vow was earthly , thou a heavenly love , Thy grace being gain'd , cures
all disgrace in me . My vow was breath , and breath a vapour is ; Then thou , fair
sun ...
第 132 頁
I grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse , And therefore may'st without attaint o'
erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject , blessing every
book : Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue ; Finding thy worth a limit past my ...
I grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse , And therefore may'st without attaint o'
erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject , blessing every
book : Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue ; Finding thy worth a limit past my ...
第 158 頁
... thy constancy ; And to enlighten thee , gave eyes to blindness ; Or made them
swear against the thing they see . For I have sworn thee fair : more perjur'd I , To
swear against the truth so foul a lie . THE TALE OF CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS .
... thy constancy ; And to enlighten thee , gave eyes to blindness ; Or made them
swear against the thing they see . For I have sworn thee fair : more perjur'd I , To
swear against the truth so foul a lie . THE TALE OF CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS .
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第 98 頁 - 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.
第 119 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...
第 113 頁 - 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...
第 149 頁 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
第 154 頁 - ... 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,...
第 104 頁 - 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.
第 102 頁 - 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...
第 113 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 112 頁 - 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.
第 115 頁 - 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.