Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... hath power to say ' Behold ! ' The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion . Her . If then true lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny : 151 Then let us teach our trial ...
... hath power to say ' Behold ! ' The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion . Her . If then true lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny : 151 Then let us teach our trial ...
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... hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell ! 210 Lys . Helen , to you our minds we will unfold : To - morrow night , when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , A time that lovers ...
... hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell ! 210 Lys . Helen , to you our minds we will unfold : To - morrow night , when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , A time that lovers ...
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... hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain , The ploughman lost his sweat , and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard ; The fold stands empty in the drowned field , And crows are fatted with the murrion flock ; The ...
... hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain , The ploughman lost his sweat , and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard ; The fold stands empty in the drowned field , And crows are fatted with the murrion flock ; The ...
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... hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts that meet me run away for fear : Therefore no marvel ...
... hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts that meet me run away for fear : Therefore no marvel ...
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... hath thy breath , my dearest Thisby dear . But hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . [ Exit . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played [ Exit . 90 here . Flu . Must I speak now ? Quin . Ay ...
... hath thy breath , my dearest Thisby dear . But hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . [ Exit . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played [ Exit . 90 here . Flu . Must I speak now ? Quin . Ay ...
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Էջ 170 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Էջ 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Էջ 406 - 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.
Էջ 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Էջ 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Էջ 74 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.