The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... Tarquin and Lucrece 141 Temptation 108 Thoughts , melancholy 118 Treachery of Cupid 160 Threnes 204 Trial of Love's constancy 144 True Admiration 100 True Love , picture of 132 True Content 109 Unanimity 120 Unconstant Lover 113 Unkind ...
... Tarquin and Lucrece 141 Temptation 108 Thoughts , melancholy 118 Treachery of Cupid 160 Threnes 204 Trial of Love's constancy 144 True Admiration 100 True Love , picture of 132 True Content 109 Unanimity 120 Unconstant Lover 113 Unkind ...
Pagina 40
... himself to have been his first composition . It was entered in the Stationers ' books by Rich- ard Field , April 18 , 1593 , and again by Harrison , sen . June 23 , 1594 . TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . 16 * VOL . IX . VENUS AND ADONIS .
... himself to have been his first composition . It was entered in the Stationers ' books by Rich- ard Field , April 18 , 1593 , and again by Harrison , sen . June 23 , 1594 . TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . 16 * VOL . IX . VENUS AND ADONIS .
Pagina 41
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . 16 * VOL . IX . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY , EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON.
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . 16 * VOL . IX . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY , EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON.
Pagina 44
... wherewith the people were so moved , that with one consent , and a general acclamation , the Tarquins were all exiled , and the state government changed , from kings to consuls . TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . FROM the besieg'd Ardea all in.
... wherewith the people were so moved , that with one consent , and a general acclamation , the Tarquins were all exiled , and the state government changed , from kings to consuls . TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . FROM the besieg'd Ardea all in.
Pagina 45
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . FROM the besieg'd Ardea all in post , Borne by the trustless wings of false desire , Lust - breathing Tarquin leaves the Roman host , And to Colatium bears the lightless fire ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. TARQUIN AND LUCRECE . FROM the besieg'd Ardea all in post , Borne by the trustless wings of false desire , Lust - breathing Tarquin leaves the Roman host , And to Colatium bears the lightless fire ...
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Adonis Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds delight desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false Falstaff father fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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Pagina 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Pagina 130 - 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, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Pagina 131 - 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.
Pagina 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; 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...
Pagina 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pagina 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Pagina 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Pagina 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Pagina 134 - 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 :
Pagina 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.