...If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. 1 have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such...love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel ; For well thou...

...Here it would have been strong enough if the lady hml Isfn a Blnck. I love to hear her speak,—yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound;...Love as rare As any she belied with false compare. (ISO.) Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel: For...

...in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,—yet well I know That musick hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw...yet by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she bely'd with false compare. CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, For well thou know'st to my...

...; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream : All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is...love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou...

...whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. Milton, PL i. 1 DISPABAGEMENT. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is...My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. Sh. Son. cxxx. They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads...

...on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; Aud in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the...love as rare As any she belied with false compare." In this sonnet we see the dominant principle •if good sense by which Shakspere made his poetry a...

...is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her apeak,— yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing...treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my lore as rare As any she belied with false compare. — 130. And of what character is the 129th Sonnet,...

...feelings free, And with a look of boundless love I still shall turn to thee. A SONNET. MY mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more...love as rare As any she, belied with false compare. SHAKSPEARE. jjLARENS ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod, — Undying Love's, who here ascends a...

...wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see l in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more...love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Sonett 131. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;...

...teen roses damasked, red and white, Bat no such rotes tee I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes it there more delight Than in the breath that from my...music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never taw a goddess go,— My mistress, when she walks, tread* on the ground : And yet, by Heaven I think...