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الصفحة 83 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; 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, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. ~ SONNET
الصفحة 266 - flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing ! Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة lxii - eye like Mars to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill— Who can read these lines without perceiving that Shakspeare had imbibed a deeper feeling of the beauty of Pagan mythology than a thousand pedants could have imbibed in their whole lives?
الصفحة 83 - SONNET CXVI. 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 ; 0 no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, [taken. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be
الصفحة 134 - Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives.
الصفحة 386 - or the fan, supply each pause of chat. With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray ; The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine ; The merchant from th
الصفحة 298 - died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all tilings rare May read in thee, How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair".
الصفحة 257 - THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair ! Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May ; If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she
الصفحة lxi - insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when great occasion is presented to him ; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets— Quantum lenta soient inter