The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 34Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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arms Art thou bear beauty behold bids birds bleeding blood blushing boar breast breath cheeks Collatine courser dark dead dear death deed deep delight desire disdain dost doth earth eyes face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower foul gentle grief groans hand haste hate hath hear heart heaven Hecuba honour kill kill'd king kiss light lips liv'd live looks lord love's Lucretius lust moan ne'er never night o'er pale Passion Pilgrim pity poison'd poor Priam proud pure queen quoth Rape of Lucrece scorn seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shame shine sighs sight sleep sorrow soul stain stamp'd strive swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou shalt thought thyself tongue trembling Troy ugly Night unto Venus and Adonis weary weep Whereat WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind words wound wretched youth
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Sida 11 - 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.
Sida xxvii - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear -• And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passingbell. "Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never relieved by...
Sida 9 - As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great '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...
Sida xv - 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.
Sida 17 - There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Sida lxiv - Flaming in the phoenix' sight; Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appalled That the self was not the same; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was called.
Sida xiv - Fondling, she saith, since I have hemm'd thee here, Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I 'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer ; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale : Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry. Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Sida 17 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. 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.
Sida 17 - 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.
Sida vii - EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ; Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn ; 4 Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.