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Shakspere's Songs and Sonnets, Illustr. by J. Gilbert [Ed. by H. Staunton ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015
Shakspere's Songs And Sonnets, Illustr. By J. Gilbert [ed. By H. Staunton ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019
admire admitted Advantage arise bears beauty bell birds blow boast breast bring clink dead dear death decay doth dust earth eyes face faded fair fairy faith fancy father favour Fear fell fire flower foot forsworn Fortune Freedom Full glass glory Golden gone green hand hang Hark hast hath hear heart heaven's Heigh-ho hey nonino HILL hither hold honour horn hour lady lark leave less lies light live look Love's lovers lulla lullaby merrily merry mistress moan morn never night poor present pretty rest rich seen shepherd shore sigh Silvia sing Song Sonnets soul spring stars stone strange summer sweet thee thine thing thou art thought Time's To-who tongue tree true wast waves weak wealth wear weather weep wild willow wind winter Wretched Youth
Seite 8 - 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.
Seite 38 - 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.
Seite 13 - 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: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when...
Seite 41 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 8 - That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Seite 43 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 31 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity...