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... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
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... never - resting time leads summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid ...
... never - resting time leads summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A liquid ...
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... never pierc'd with crystal eyes , — But the defendant doth that plea deny , And says in him thy fair appearance lies . To ' cide this title is impanelled A quest of thoughts , all tenants to the heart ; And by their verdict is ...
... never pierc'd with crystal eyes , — But the defendant doth that plea deny , And says in him thy fair appearance lies . To ' cide this title is impanelled A quest of thoughts , all tenants to the heart ; And by their verdict is ...
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... never ending 6 The imprison'd . . . liberty ; cf. n . 7 sufferance : suffering 10 privilege : authorize check : rebuke 12 8 12 10 suppose : conjecture 12 self - doing : done by yourself 59 If there be nothing new , but that which ...
... never ending 6 The imprison'd . . . liberty ; cf. n . 7 sufferance : suffering 10 privilege : authorize check : rebuke 12 8 12 10 suppose : conjecture 12 self - doing : done by yourself 59 If there be nothing new , but that which ...
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... never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty , though my lover's life : His beauty shall in these black lines be seen , And they shall live , and he in them stili green . 64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich - proud ...
... never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty , though my lover's life : His beauty shall in these black lines be seen , And they shall live , and he in them stili green . 64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich - proud ...
Términos y frases comunes
ampton antique Astrophel and Stella beauteous beauty's better blessed bright couplet dark woman dead death deeds disgrace dost thou doth Dowden earth edge of doom edition eternal face fair false fear flowers gentle give grace hate hath heaven limbecks live look lov'st love thee love's Love's fire Mary Fitton memory mind mistress Muse night painted paraphrased Passionate Pilgrim Petrarch Pity pleasure poems poet poet's poor pride proud prove quarto Rape of Lucrece remov'd rose sestet shadow Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's sonnets shalt shame sight soul spirit summer's tell thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thought thy beauty thy heart thy love thy show thy sweet thy worth thyself Time's pencil tongue treasure true truth Venus and Adonis verse waste weed Whilst wrinkles youth
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Página 56 - 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.
Página 37 - T'HAT 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.
Página 55 - 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...
Página 47 - 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.
Página 49 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
Página 17 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII 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.
Página 9 - 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: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Página 58 - 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: O, 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.
Página 33 - O fearful meditation ! where, alack, 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.
Página 41 - 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.