The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Venus & Adonis. The rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. Index to the striking passages & beautiesH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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第 37 頁
... a little more ; murmur Nay , do not struggle , for thou shalt not rise : To make thee hate the hunting of the boar , Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralise , Applying this to that , and so to so : VENUS AND ADONIS . 27.
... a little more ; murmur Nay , do not struggle , for thou shalt not rise : To make thee hate the hunting of the boar , Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralise , Applying this to that , and so to so : VENUS AND ADONIS . 27.
第 41 頁
... hate not love ; but your device in love , That lends embracements unto every stranger . You do it for increase ; O , strange excuse ! When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse . ' Call it not love , for Love to heaven is fled , Since ...
... hate not love ; but your device in love , That lends embracements unto every stranger . You do it for increase ; O , strange excuse ! When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse . ' Call it not love , for Love to heaven is fled , Since ...
第 66 頁
... hated family of the Tarquins ; and bearing the dead body to Rome , Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed , with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king : wherewith the people were so moved ...
... hated family of the Tarquins ; and bearing the dead body to Rome , Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed , with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king : wherewith the people were so moved ...
第 76 頁
... hate in loving : I'll beg her love : —but she is not her own ? The worst is but denial , and reproving : My will is strong , past reason's weak removing . Who fears a sentence or an old man's saw , Shall by a painted cloth 1 be kept in ...
... hate in loving : I'll beg her love : —but she is not her own ? The worst is but denial , and reproving : My will is strong , past reason's weak removing . Who fears a sentence or an old man's saw , Shall by a painted cloth 1 be kept in ...
第 94 頁
... hate , Instead of love's coy touch , shall rudely tear thee : That done , despitefully I mean to bear thee Unto the base bed of some rascal groom , To be thy partner in this shameful doom . ' This said , he sets his foot upon the light ...
... hate , Instead of love's coy touch , shall rudely tear thee : That done , despitefully I mean to bear thee Unto the base bed of some rascal groom , To be thy partner in this shameful doom . ' This said , he sets his foot upon the light ...
常見字詞
Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath bright brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow SHAK shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary weep wherein wind words wound youth
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第 158 頁 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
第 212 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 266 頁 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
第 213 頁 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. ex. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view...
第 218 頁 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
第 231 頁 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
第 226 頁 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
第 200 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. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast — I was not sick of any fear...
第 213 頁 - Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain.
第 197 頁 - I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. 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.