The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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Pagina 4
... heart bleeds To think o ' th ' teen ' that I have turned you to , Which is from my remembrance . Please you ... hearts th ' State To what tune pleas'd his ear , that now he was The ivy , which had hid my princely trunk , And suck'd my ...
... heart bleeds To think o ' th ' teen ' that I have turned you to , Which is from my remembrance . Please you ... hearts th ' State To what tune pleas'd his ear , that now he was The ivy , which had hid my princely trunk , And suck'd my ...
Pagina 26
... heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in ' t : and now farewell , Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt Fer . and Mira . Pro . So glad of this as they , I ...
... heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in ' t : and now farewell , Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt Fer . and Mira . Pro . So glad of this as they , I ...
Pagina 46
... heart - sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth , With twenty watchful , weary , tedious nights : If haply won , perhaps , a hapless gain : If lost , why then a grievous labour won : However , but a folly bought with wit , Or else a wit ...
... heart - sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth , With twenty watchful , weary , tedious nights : If haply won , perhaps , a hapless gain : If lost , why then a grievous labour won : However , but a folly bought with wit , Or else a wit ...
Pagina 52
... heart ; Here is her oath for love , her honour's pawn . O , that our fathers would applaud our foves , To seal our happiness with their consents ! O heavenly Julia ! Ant . How now ! what letter are you reading there ? Pro . May ' t ...
... heart ; Here is her oath for love , her honour's pawn . O , that our fathers would applaud our foves , To seal our happiness with their consents ! O heavenly Julia ! Ant . How now ! what letter are you reading there ? Pro . May ' t ...
Pagina 60
... heart - sore sighs ; For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes , And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow . O , gentle Proteus ! Love's a mighty lord , And hath so humbled me , as ...
... heart - sore sighs ; For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes , And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow . O , gentle Proteus ! Love's a mighty lord , And hath so humbled me , as ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 993 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Pagina 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Pagina 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Pagina 958 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...