The Temple Shakespeare, Հատոր 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1904 |
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... Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , 270 As who should say ' Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder that is standing by . ' What recketh he his rider's angry stir , " ' 18 ...
... Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , 270 As who should say ' Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder that is standing by . ' What recketh he his rider's angry stir , " ' 18 ...
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William Shakespeare. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And whether he run or fly they know not whether For through his mane and tail the ...
William Shakespeare. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And whether he run or fly they know not whether For through his mane and tail the ...
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... Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . 700 Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious ...
... Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . 700 Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious ...
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... Anon she hears them chant it lustily , And all in haste she coasteth to the cry . 860 870 And as she runs , the bushes in the way Some catch her by the neck , some kiss her face , Some twine about her thigh to make her stay : She wildly ...
... Anon she hears them chant it lustily , And all in haste she coasteth to the cry . 860 870 And as she runs , the bushes in the way Some catch her by the neck , some kiss her face , Some twine about her thigh to make her stay : She wildly ...
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... Anon he comes , and throws his mantle by , And stood stark naked on the brook's green The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye , Yet not so wistly as this queen on him . brim : He , spying her , bounced in , whereas he stood : ' O ...
... Anon he comes , and throws his mantle by , And stood stark naked on the brook's green The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye , Yet not so wistly as this queen on him . brim : He , spying her , bounced in , whereas he stood : ' O ...
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Էջ iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Էջ 97 - As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring; 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 : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Էջ 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Էջ 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Էջ xiii - ... but as I must acknowledge my lines not worthy his patronage under whom he hath published them, so the author I know much offended with M. Jaggard that (altogether unknown to him) presumed to make so bold with his name.
Էջ 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Էջ 80 - Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Էջ iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Էջ 23 - Full gently now she takes him by the hand, A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow, Or ivory in an alabaster band ; So white a friend engirts so white a foe: This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling, Show'd like two silver doves that sit a billing.
Էջ 95 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...