The Works of William Shakspeare, 第 5 巻C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise ; We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not gratify , Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought , Be ...
... pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise ; We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not gratify , Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought , Be ...
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... pray see me buried . may 1 Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here ; come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow . Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh for holidays , fish for ...
... pray see me buried . may 1 Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here ; come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow . Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh for holidays , fish for ...
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... pray you , let me see it . Thanks , Fortune , yet , that after all my crosses , Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself ; And , though it was mine own , part of mine heritage , Which my dead father did bequeath to me , With this strict ...
... pray you , let me see it . Thanks , Fortune , yet , that after all my crosses , Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself ; And , though it was mine own , part of mine heritage , Which my dead father did bequeath to me , With this strict ...
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... pray you , give her air : - Gentlemen , : This queen will live : nature awakes : a warmth Breathes out of her ; she hath not been entranced Above five hours . See , how she ' gins to blow Into life's flower again ! 1 Gent . The heavens ...
... pray you , give her air : - Gentlemen , : This queen will live : nature awakes : a warmth Breathes out of her ; she hath not been entranced Above five hours . See , how she ' gins to blow Into life's flower again ! 1 Gent . The heavens ...
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... prayers still fall upon you ) , Must in your child be thought on . If neglection Should therein make me vile , the common body , t By you relieved , would force me to my duty : But if to that my nature need a spur , The gods revenge it ...
... prayers still fall upon you ) , Must in your child be thought on . If neglection Should therein make me vile , the common body , t By you relieved , would force me to my duty : But if to that my nature need a spur , The gods revenge it ...
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465 ページ - 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.
478 ページ - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
463 ページ - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
472 ページ - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
473 ページ - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
464 ページ - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
500 ページ - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
474 ページ - 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.
464 ページ - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
473 ページ - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...