The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 第 9 卷 |
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I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I prythee , tell me , how dost thou find have you . : the inclination of the people , especially of the 58 . ACT IV . PERICLES .
I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I prythee , tell me , how dost thou find have you . : the inclination of the people , especially of the 58 . ACT IV . PERICLES .
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Tell thy story ; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Of my endurance , thou art a man , and I Have suffer'd like a girl : yet thou dost look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act.7 What ...
Tell thy story ; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Of my endurance , thou art a man , and I Have suffer'd like a girl : yet thou dost look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act.7 What ...
第 13 頁
To this Latin inscription on Shakspeare should be added the lines which are found underneath it on his monument : “ Stay , passenger , why dost thou go so fast ? “ Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd “ Within this ...
To this Latin inscription on Shakspeare should be added the lines which are found underneath it on his monument : “ Stay , passenger , why dost thou go so fast ? “ Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd “ Within this ...
第 12 頁
... churlish , harsh of voice , O'er - worn , despised , rheumatic and cold , Thick - sighted , barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then might'st thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But , having no defects , why dost abhor me ?
... churlish , harsh of voice , O'er - worn , despised , rheumatic and cold , Thick - sighted , barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then might'st thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But , having no defects , why dost abhor me ?
第 13 頁
By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead : And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . By this the love - sick queen began to sweat ...
By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead : And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . By this the love - sick queen began to sweat ...
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第 154 頁 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel 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...
第 130 頁 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
第 131 頁 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
第 99 頁 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
第 17 頁 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
第 100 頁 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
第 99 頁 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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...
第 134 頁 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
第 138 頁 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.