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... night ; When I behold the violet past prime , 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 ...
... night ; When I behold the violet past prime , 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 ...
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... night ; And , all in war with Time for love of you , As he takes from you , I engraft you new . 16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant , Time ? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more ...
... night ; And , all in war with Time for love of you , As he takes from you , I engraft you new . 16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant , Time ? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more ...
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... night , 8 Makes black night beauteous and her old face new . 12 Lo ! thus , by day my limbs , by night my mind , For thee , and for myself , no quiet find . 28 How can I then return in happy plight , That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ...
... night , 8 Makes black night beauteous and her old face new . 12 Lo ! thus , by day my limbs , by night my mind , For thee , and for myself , no quiet find . 28 How can I then return in happy plight , That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ...
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... night , And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , 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 ...
... night , And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , 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 ...
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... night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ! All days are nights to see till I see thee , And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me . 44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought ...
... night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ! All days are nights to see till I see thee , And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me . 44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought ...
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.