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SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS
BOSTON
1865
Cambridge:
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
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How can I then return in happy plight 34
How can my muse want subject to invent 44
How careful was I when I took my way 54
How heavy do I journey on the way 56
How like a winter hath my absence been 103
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st 134
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame. 101
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck 20
Not marble, not the gilded monuments 61
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Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now 96
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface 12
They that have power to hurt and will do none 100
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying; me 188
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame 11
Those lines that I before have writ, do lie 121
Those lips that Love's own hand did make 151
Those p.irts of thee that the world's eye doth view 76
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits 47
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art 137
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes 143
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence 57
.,.
i.
11.
"
Shall and make old excuse
sum my count, my "
ill.
IV.
v.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
x.
XI.
XII.
XIII.
O that
you were yourself! but, love, you are
XIV.
Or
say, with princes if it shall go well,
I read such
And (constant stars) in them art,
xv.
XVI.
And many
maiden gardens, yet unset,
XVII.
And
your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,
XVIII.
XIX.
xx.
XXI.
As
any
mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
XXII.
XXIII.
XXIV.
Delights to peep, to
gaze
therein on thee ;
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 31
XXV.
XXVI.
Till then, not show head where thou may'st prove me.
my
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 33
XXVII.
Save that my
soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
XXVIII.
XXIX.
XXX.
XXXI.
XXXII.
"
Had friend's with this growing age,
my muse grown
XXXIII.
XXXIV.
in their smoke ?
Hiding thy bravery rotten
xxxv.
XXXVI.
XXXVII.
XXXVIII.
If
my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
Shakespeare*s Sonnets, 45
XXXIX.
XL.
XLI.
her thee,
Hers, by thy beauty tempting to
false
Thine, by thy beauty being to me.
48 Shakespeare''s Sonnets.
XLII.
XLIII.
XLIV.
XLV.
The first
my thought, the other
my desire,
XL VI.
My heart mine
eye the freedom of that right.
XLVII.
XLVIII.
XLIX.
And this my
hand against myself uprear,
LI.
LII.
LIII.
Since
every one hath, every one, one's shade,
And but one, can shadow lend.
you, every
And
you
in Grecian tires are painted new :
LIV.
LV.
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
LVI.
LVII.
LVIII.
LIX.
LX.
LXI.
my eye
LXII.
LXIII.
When hours have drain'd his blood, and fill'd his brow
LXIV.
LXV.
LXVI.
LXVII.
LXVIII.
LXIX.
LXX.
LXXI.
Nay, if
you
read this line, remember not
LXXII.
O, lest
your true love
may seem false in this,
That for love speak well of me untrue,
you
LXXIII.
LXXIV.
LXXV.
LXXVI.
Why is
my verse so barren of new pride ?
So far from variation or quick change ?
LXXVII.
LXXVIII.
Thine eyes,
that taught the dumb on high to sing,
LXXIX.
LXXX.
LXXXI.
LXXXII.
LXXXIII.
LXXXIV.
That
you are
you, so dignifieshis story,
LXXXV.
LXXXVI.
LXXXVII.
LXXXVIII.
LXXXIX.
xc.
xci.
ill ;
Some in their garments, though new-fangled
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse ;
And every
humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest ;
xcn.
XCIII.
tOFC.
100 Shakespeare9s Sonnets.
XCIV.
xcv.
XCVI.
But do not so j
I love thee in such sort,
XCVII.
XCVIII.
xcix.
c.
If be a satire to decay,
any,
ci.
en.
cm.
That over-goes my
blunt invention quite,
CIV.
To me,
fair friend, you never can be old,
cv.
Kind is
my
love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence -,
Therefore
my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
cvi.
CVII.
CVIII.
CIX.
ex.
CXI.
O, for my
sake do you with fortune chide,
cxu.
That my
steelM sense or changes, right or wrong.
CXIII.
CXIV.
Creating every
bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
CXV.
Yet then
my judgment knew no reason why
Love is a babe ;
then might I not say so,
CXVI.
O no it is an ever-fixed mark,
;
If this be error,
and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Shakespeare's Sonnets, J23
CXVII.
Accuse me thus ;
that I have scanted all
CXVIII.
/
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 125
cxix.
cxx.
cxxi.
Or on
my
frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good ?
No, "
I am that I am; and they that level
At my abuses, reckon
up their own :
CXXII..
CXXIII.
cxxiv.
cxxv.
CXXVI.
CXXVII.
Her so suited ;
and they mourners seem
eyes
CXXVIII.
CXXIX.
cxxx.
CXXXI.
To
say they err,
I dare not be so bold,
CXXXII.
CXXXIII.
CXXXIV.
cxxxv.
CXXXVI.
CXXXVII.
If
eyes, corrupt by over-partiallooks,
Be anchor* d in the bay where all men ride,
Which my
heart knows the wide world's common place?
cxxxviii.
CXXXIX.
CXL.
Bear thine
eyes straight,though thy proud heart wide.
go
Shakespeare's Sonnets, 1 47
CXLI.
But 'tis
my
heart that loves what they despise,
Who in of view is pleas'd to dote.
despite
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
cxlii.
Love is
my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
CXLIII.
CXLIV.
Suspect I
may, yet not directlytell ;
CXLV.
CXLVI.
CXLVII.
'
CXLVIII.
CXLIX.
CL.
CLI.
Her " love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.
Shakespeare 's Sonnet*.
158
CLII.
CLin.
CLIV.