The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 第 9 卷 |
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Ant . Before thee stands this fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : Her face , like heaven , enticeth thee to view A countless glory , which desert must ...
Ant . Before thee stands this fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : Her face , like heaven , enticeth thee to view A countless glory , which desert must ...
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-Fair glass of light , I lov'd you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill : But I must tell you , -now , my thoughts revolt , For he's no man on whom perfections wait ...
-Fair glass of light , I lov'd you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the Princess . Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill : But I must tell you , -now , my thoughts revolt , For he's no man on whom perfections wait ...
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You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime ...
You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime ...
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a 2 Yet hope , succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self , doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If , by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And , until then ...
a 2 Yet hope , succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self , doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If , by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And , until then ...
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Marry , sir , half a day's journey ; and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birth - day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per .
Marry , sir , half a day's journey ; and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birth - day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per .
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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.