The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volume 18 |
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... NIGHT'S DREAM . The history of our old poets is so little known , and the first editions of their works become so very scarce , that it is hard pronouncing any thing certain about them : but , if that pretty fantastical poem of ...
... NIGHT'S DREAM . The history of our old poets is so little known , and the first editions of their works become so very scarce , that it is hard pronouncing any thing certain about them : but , if that pretty fantastical poem of ...
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... NIGHT . Another of Belleforest's novels is thus entitl'd : - " Comme une fille Romaine se vestant en page servist long temps un sien amy sans estre cogneue , & depuis l'eut a mary avec autres divers discours . " Histoires Tragiques ...
... NIGHT . Another of Belleforest's novels is thus entitl'd : - " Comme une fille Romaine se vestant en page servist long temps un sien amy sans estre cogneue , & depuis l'eut a mary avec autres divers discours . " Histoires Tragiques ...
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... Night , the same novel might give rise to them both ; and Valentine's falling amongst out - laws , and becoming their captain , is an incident that has some re- semblance to one in the Arcadia , ( Book I , chap . 6. ) where Pyrocles ...
... Night , the same novel might give rise to them both ; and Valentine's falling amongst out - laws , and becoming their captain , is an incident that has some re- semblance to one in the Arcadia , ( Book I , chap . 6. ) where Pyrocles ...
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... night ; Love keeps his revels where there be but twain , Be bold to play , our sport is not in fight : These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean , Never can blab , nor know they what we mean . The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
... night ; Love keeps his revels where there be but twain , Be bold to play , our sport is not in fight : These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean , Never can blab , nor know they what we mean . The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
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... night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo ...
... night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo ...
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Page 206 - 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.
Page 178 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : 0, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 176 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Page 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 151 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 164 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Page 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Page 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...