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Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Follow a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, read more
Follow a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.
Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss.
Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
The picture of a shadow is a positive thing.
The picture of a shadow is a positive thing.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the read more
Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.
The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green read more
The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checkered shadow on the ground;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
