The Sonnets of William Shakspere

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Paul, 1889 - Sonnets, English - 251 pages
 

Contents

Is it thy will thy image ſhould keep open
lxi
Sin of felflove poſſeſſeth all mine
lxii
Againſt my love ſhall be as I am
lxiii
When I have ſeen by Times fell hand defaced
lxiv
Since braſs nor ſtone nor earth nor bound
lxv
From faireft creatures we defire increaſe I
lxxi
Look in thy glaſs and tell the face thou vieweft 3
lxxvii
Unthrifty lovelineſs why doft thou ſpend 4
lxxxiii
Then let not winters ragged hand deface 6
lxxxiv
Lo in the orient when the gracious light 7
lxxxix
Mufic to hear why hearft thou muſic fadly 8
xcv
As faft as thou fhalt wane ſo faſt thou growſt II
cii
O that you were yourſelf but love you are 13
cv
Not from the ſtars do I my judgment pluck 14
cxi
But wherefore do not you a mightier way 16
cxii
Or whether doth my mind being crownd with
cxiv
Who will believe my verſe in time to come 17
cxvii
Shall I compare thee to a fummers day 18
cxviii
Devouring Time blunt thou the lions paws 19
cxxiii
A womans face with Natures own hand painted 20
cxxiv
So is it not with me as with that Muſe 21
cxxix
My glaſs ſhall not perfuade me I am old 22
cxxxv
w w w w w w w w w w
cxli
Why didſt thou promiſe ſuch a beauteous
clxix
How can my Mufe want fubject to invent
clxxix
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal
cxcviii
How careful was I when I took my
cciv
Thus can my love excuſe the flow offence
ccxv
lefs fea PAGE 55 56
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៩ ៩ ៩៩ 62
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Tird with all theſe for reſtful death I cry LXVII Ah wherefore with infection fhould he live LXVIII Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
cclxiv
Thoſe parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view
cclxix
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cclxxvi
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When in the chronicle of wafted time
4
Whats in the brain that ink may character
10
O for my fake do you with Fortune chide
21
Since I left you
27
114
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115
33
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
34
that I have ſcanted
39
Like as to make our appetites more keen
40
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
45
That you were once unkind befriends me
46
Tis better to be vile than vile eſteemd
51
Thy gift thy tables are within my brain
52
No Time thou shalt not boaft that I do change
57
If my dear love were but the child of ſtate
58
Weret aught to me I bore the canopy
63
O thou my lovely boy who in thy power
64
In the old age black was not counted fair
69
How oft when thou my muſic muſic playſt
70
The expenſe of ſpirit in a waſte of ſhame
75
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81
My miſtreſs eyes are nothing like the fun CXXXI Thou art as tyrannous fo as thou art CXXXII Thine eyes I love and they as pitying
82
Beſhrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
87
So now I have confeffd that he is thine
88
Whoever hath her wiſh thou haft thy Will
93
If thy foul check thee that I come ſo near
94
eyes
99
When my love ſwears that ſhe is made of truth 138
100
O call not me to juſtify the wrong
105
Be wife as thou art cruel do not prefs
106
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
111
Love is my fin and thy dear virtue hate 142
112
Lo as a careful houſewife runs to catch 143
117
Two loves I have of comfort and deſpair 144
118
Thoſe lips that Loves own hand did make 145
123
Poor foul the centre of my finful earth 146
124
My love is as a fever longing ſtill 147
129
O me what eyes hath Love put in my head 148
130
Canft thou O cruel ſay I love thee not
136
In loving thee thou knowſt I am forfworn
147
The little Lovegod lying once aſleep
148
never faw that you did painting need 77
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Page 21 - 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.
Page cccxxiii - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Page cclii - 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; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Page 70 - I envy those .jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Page 124 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Page 9 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Page cxi - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Page ccxl - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 76 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
Page 118 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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