The Temple Shakespeare, Volume 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens O , how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens O , how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
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William Shakespeare. He burns with bashful shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames ...
William Shakespeare. He burns with bashful shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames ...
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... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : 70 Rain added to a river that is rank Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : 70 Rain added to a river that is rank Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
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... shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to ...
... shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to ...
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... shame's pure blush and honour's wrack . 561 Hot , faint and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling , Or as the fleet - foot roe that's tired with chasing , Or like the froward infant still ...
... shame's pure blush and honour's wrack . 561 Hot , faint and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling , Or as the fleet - foot roe that's tired with chasing , Or like the froward infant still ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. 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...
Page 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.
Page 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Page 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...