The supplementary works of William Shakespeare: comprising his poems and doubtful plays; with glossarial and other notes

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G. Routledge, 1852 - 525 pages

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Page 462 - thee,—and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,
Page 490 - bending sickle's compass come; Love 's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted
Page 459 - So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws. And make the earth devour her own sweet brood ; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived
Page 512 - TAKE, oh, take those lips away,* That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks
Page 488 - That it could so preposterously be stain'd To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. CX Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view,! Gored mine own
Page 458 - And stretched metre of an antique song: But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice;—in it, and in my rhyme. XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Page 464 - 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: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow; Hut out! alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region
Page 474 - shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack ! Shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid ?t Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back
Page 476 - by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, Consumed with that which it was
Page 474 - 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, Or state itself confounded to decay;

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