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64 ÆäÀÌÁö
... happy mother Who all in one , one pleasing note do sing : Whose speechless song , being many , seeming one , Sings this to thee : ' thou single wilt prove none . ' A WARNING S it for fear to wet a widow's 64 SONGS AND SONNETS.
... happy mother Who all in one , one pleasing note do sing : Whose speechless song , being many , seeming one , Sings this to thee : ' thou single wilt prove none . ' A WARNING S it for fear to wet a widow's 64 SONGS AND SONNETS.
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... happy hours , And many maiden gardens yet unset With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this , Time's pencil , or my pupil pen ...
... happy hours , And many maiden gardens yet unset With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this , Time's pencil , or my pupil pen ...
80 ÆäÀÌÁö
... the book of honour razéd quite , And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd : Then happy I , that love and am beloved Where I may not remove , nor be removed . L'ENVOI LORD of my love , to whom in vassalage 80 SONGS AND SONNETS.
... the book of honour razéd quite , And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd : Then happy I , that love and am beloved Where I may not remove , nor be removed . L'ENVOI LORD of my love , to whom in vassalage 80 SONGS AND SONNETS.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö
... happy plight That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ? When day's oppression is not eased by night , But day by night , and night by day , oppress'd ? And each , though enemies to either's reign , Do in consent shake hands to torture me ...
... happy plight That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ? When day's oppression is not eased by night , But day by night , and night by day , oppress'd ? And each , though enemies to either's reign , Do in consent shake hands to torture me ...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö
... give That I in thy abundance am sufficed , And by a part of all thy glory live . Look , what is best , that best I wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ! THE NEW MUSE HOW can my Muse want subject to 92 SONGS AND ...
... give That I in thy abundance am sufficed , And by a part of all thy glory live . Look , what is best , that best I wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ! THE NEW MUSE HOW can my Muse want subject to 92 SONGS AND ...
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alack bear beauteous beauty's blessed blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fear flowers fool forsworn foul gainst gentle give glass golden grace hate hath heaven heaven's gate heigh-ho Heir of Redclyffe honour limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers Lyrical merry merry heart mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose Selected and arranged Shakespeare shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONG Sonnets sorrow soul summer swear tears tell thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thoughts thy beauty thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth verse vows weep Whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WORLD WELL LOST youth
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181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Past reason hunted ; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme ; A bliss in proof, and prov'd, a very woe ; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.