Sweet Arden: A Book of the Shakespeare Country

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T.N. Foulis, 1908 - 189 էջ
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Էջ 134 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Էջ 13 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Էջ 129 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Էջ 125 - Witty above her sex, but that's not all, Wise to Salvation was good Mistress Hall, Something of Shakespeare was in that, but this Wholly of him with whom she's now in blisse.
Էջ 75 - The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild(19) ocean.
Էջ 58 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Էջ 72 - Our Shakespeare compar'd is to no man, Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman, Their swans are all geese, to the Avon's sweet swan, And the man of all men, was a Warwickshire man, Warwickshire man, Avon's swan, And the man of all men, was a Warwickshire man.
Էջ 93 - The eye of genius glistens to admire How memory hails the sound of Shakespeare's lyre ; One tear I'll shed, to form a crystal shrine, For all that's grand, immortal, and divine.
Էջ 134 - I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cockpigeon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey ; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the...
Էջ 21 - Come hither, little recorder. It was told me that you would be afraid to look upon me, or to speak boldly; but you were not so afraid of me as I was of you, and I now thank you for putting me in mind of my duty, and what should be in me.

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