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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... reason sway'd ; And reason says you are the worthier maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season : So I , being young , till now ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes the marshal to my ...
... reason sway'd ; And reason says you are the worthier maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season : So I , being young , till now ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes the marshal to my ...
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... reason for that : and yet , to say the truth , reason and love keep little company together now - a - days ; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends . Nay , I can gleek * upon occasion . * Scoff . 150 ...
... reason for that : and yet , to say the truth , reason and love keep little company together now - a - days ; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends . Nay , I can gleek * upon occasion . * Scoff . 150 ...
Էջ 50
... fairy toys . Lovers and madmen have such seething brains , Such shaping fantasies , that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends . The lunatic , the lover and the poet * Composed 50 [ ACT V. MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... fairy toys . Lovers and madmen have such seething brains , Such shaping fantasies , that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends . The lunatic , the lover and the poet * Composed 50 [ ACT V. MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
Էջ 58
... reason , we must stay the time . Lys . Proceed , Moon . 260 Moon . All that I have to say , is , to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon ; I , the man in the moon ; this thorn - bush , my thorn - bush ; and this dog , my dog . Dem ...
... reason , we must stay the time . Lys . Proceed , Moon . 260 Moon . All that I have to say , is , to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon ; I , the man in the moon ; this thorn - bush , my thorn - bush ; and this dog , my dog . Dem ...
Էջ 68
... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them , and when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ant . Well , tell me now what lady is the same To whom you swore a ...
... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them , and when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ant . Well , tell me now what lady is the same To whom you swore a ...
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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.