Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (87 page)
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Authors: Homer,William Shakespeare
Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
ADIEU, farewell earth’s bliss!
This world uncertain is:
Fond are life’s lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys.
None from his darts can fly;
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I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!
Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade;
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All things to end are made;
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!
Beauty is but a flower
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Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen’s eye;
I am sick, I must die —
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Lord, have mercy on us!
Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate;
Earth still holds ope her gate;
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Come, come!
the bells do cry;
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!
Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death’s bitterness;
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Hell’s executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply:
I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!
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Haste therefore each degree
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player’s stage.
Mount we unto the sky;
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I am sick, I must die —
Lord, have mercy on us!
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
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Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
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In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!
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William Shakespeare: Play Extracts
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Prologue to ‘Romeo and Juliet’
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
Enter
Chorus.
Chor.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
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And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffick of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
[Exit
.
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Romeo Meets Juliet for the First Time
Act I. Scene V
.
Rom.
What lady is that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
Serv.
I know not, sir.
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Rom.
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
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As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
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Tyb.
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What! dares the slave
Come hither, cover’d with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
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To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Cap.
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
Tyb.
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
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Cap.
Young Romeo, is it?
Tyb.
’Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Cap.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone:
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
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To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement;
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will; the which if thou respect,
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Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tyb.
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
I’ll not endure him.
Cap.
He shall be endur’d:
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What! goodman boy; I say, he shall, go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you’ll be the man!
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Tyb.
Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
Cap.
Go to, go to;
You are a saucy boy — is ‘t so indeed? —
This trick may chance to scathe you. — I know what:
You must contrary me! marry, ’tis time.
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Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or — More light, more light! — For shame!
I’ll make you quiet. What! cheerly, my hearts!
Tyb.
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
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I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
[
Exit.
Rom.
[
To
JULIET.]
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
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To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Jul.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
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Rom.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Jul.
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Rom.
O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Jul.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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Rom.
Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg’d.
[
Kissing her.
Jul.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Rom.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
Give me my sin again.
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Jul.
You kiss by the book.
Nurse.
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Rom.
What is her mother?
Nurse.
Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
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And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous:
I nurs’d her daughter, that you talk’d withal;
I tell you he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
Rom.
Is she a Capulet?
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O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.
Ben.
Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
Rom.
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Cap.
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
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Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good-night.
More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
Ah! sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late;
I’ll to my rest.
[
Exeunt all except
JULIET
and
Nurse.
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Jul.
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse.
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul.
What’s he that now is going out of door?
Nurse.
Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.
Jul.
What’s he, that follows there, that would not dance?
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Nurse.
I know not.
Jul.
Go, ask his name. — If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse.
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.
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Jul.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse.
What’s this, what’s this?
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Jul.
A rime I learn’d even now
Of one I danc’d withal.
[
One calls within,
‘JULIET!’
Nurse.
Anon, anon! —
Come, let’s away; the strangers are all gone.
[
Exeunt.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
