SonetosEditorial Renacimiento, 2004 - 327 頁 |
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William Shakespeare. F ROM 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 ...
William Shakespeare. F ROM 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 ...
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... beauty's use , If thou couldst answer « This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse , » Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new made when thou art old , And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st ...
... beauty's use , If thou couldst answer « This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse , » Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new made when thou art old , And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st ...
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William Shakespeare. UNTHRIFTY loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ? Nature's bequest ... beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be . DERROCHADOR de encanto , ¿ por qué gastas ...
William Shakespeare. UNTHRIFTY loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ? Nature's bequest ... beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be . DERROCHADOR de encanto , ¿ por qué gastas ...
第 28 頁
... Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass , Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft , Nor it nor no remembrance what it was : But flowers distill'd ...
... Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass , Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft , Nor it nor no remembrance what it was : But flowers distill'd ...
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... beauty's treasure , ere it be self - kill'd . That use is not forbidden usury , Which happies those that pay the willing loan ; That's for thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were ...
... beauty's treasure , ere it be self - kill'd . That use is not forbidden usury , Which happies those that pay the willing loan ; That's for thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were ...
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第 206 頁 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
第 160 頁 - Give warning to the world that 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...
第 250 頁 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
第 170 頁 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
第 126 頁 - LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are...
第 164 頁 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
第 146 頁 - 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, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
第 78 頁 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
第 190 頁 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished.