Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As y@u like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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Pagina 12
... Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Wings ...
... Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Wings ...
Pagina 21
... thing then she waking looks upon . ( Be it on lion , bear , or wolf , or bull , On meddling monkey , or on busy ape , ) She shall pursue it with the soul of love . And ere I take this charm off from her sight , ( As I can take it with ...
... thing then she waking looks upon . ( Be it on lion , bear , or wolf , or bull , On meddling monkey , or on busy ape , ) She shall pursue it with the soul of love . And ere I take this charm off from her sight , ( As I can take it with ...
Pagina 24
... thing he espies May be the lady . Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on . Effect it with some care , that he may prove More fond on her , than she upon her love ; And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow ...
... thing he espies May be the lady . Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on . Effect it with some care , that he may prove More fond on her , than she upon her love ; And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow ...
Pagina 25
... thing is near . Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA . [ Exit . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the ...
... thing is near . Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA . [ Exit . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the ...
Pagina 28
... Things growing are not ripe until their season : So , I , being young , till now ripe1 not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes the marshal to my will , And leads me to your eyes ; where I o'erlook ...
... Things growing are not ripe until their season : So , I , being young , till now ripe1 not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes the marshal to my will , And leads me to your eyes ; where I o'erlook ...
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Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As y@u ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1844 |
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Pagina 20 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 183 - Shylock, we would have moneys :' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Pagina 208 - To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Pagina 275 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 241 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Pagina 57 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 215 - You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am : though, for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better ; yet, for you, I would be trebled twenty times myself : A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich...
Pagina 165 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs...
Pagina 253 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Pagina 129 - Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But, -with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.