The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Հատոր 2 |
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... THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER , O WERT THOU BUT MY OWN LOVE , SAD LONG WEARY DAY , SECRET LOVE , SLEEP WELL , THOU SWEET ANGEL , SLUMBER SONG , STEYERMARKER , F. Abt . 3 Kucken . 3 Kucken . 3 Volkslied . 3 3 Abt . 3 TEAR , THE , TEAR , THE ...
... THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER , O WERT THOU BUT MY OWN LOVE , SAD LONG WEARY DAY , SECRET LOVE , SLEEP WELL , THOU SWEET ANGEL , SLUMBER SONG , STEYERMARKER , F. Abt . 3 Kucken . 3 Kucken . 3 Volkslied . 3 3 Abt . 3 TEAR , THE , TEAR , THE ...
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... fondly strove , To win from me a smile , Oh ! no , for he would weep to see The tears that fall un mark'd by thee Thou art not he , not he , thou art not tenuto . he , thou art .. hims som not 1497 Thou art not he . D # he , Thou art not .
... fondly strove , To win from me a smile , Oh ! no , for he would weep to see The tears that fall un mark'd by thee Thou art not he , not he , thou art not tenuto . he , thou art .. hims som not 1497 Thou art not he . D # he , Thou art not .
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... Thou art gone but I am keeping , In my heart thy treasur'd name , If I'm smiling if I'm weeping , Thou art with me , all the same . Yes the 314-3 Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1855 by H. Me : Caffrey in the Clerk's ...
... Thou art gone but I am keeping , In my heart thy treasur'd name , If I'm smiling if I'm weeping , Thou art with me , all the same . Yes the 314-3 Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1855 by H. Me : Caffrey in the Clerk's ...
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... Thou thou lost pow'r light of day . di - vine . Thou dost bor - - row Kindly you guide the art el - - - quent to ine . Lovely bright orb , un- ritard : à tempo . light from the sun , traveller home , 1 - dim'd by time , In the course ...
... Thou thou lost pow'r light of day . di - vine . Thou dost bor - - row Kindly you guide the art el - - - quent to ine . Lovely bright orb , un- ritard : à tempo . light from the sun , traveller home , 1 - dim'd by time , In the course ...
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bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid MALONE Malvolio Marry master Master constable means mistress moon Moth musick never night pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Էջ 137 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Էջ 302 - 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 musick.
Էջ 36 - 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 457 - 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 hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Էջ 236 - Why, then take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Էջ 151 - So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. — A Room in Mariana'* House. MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing. SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Էջ 420 - O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Էջ 119 - Alas ! alas ? Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made *°. Ang.
Էջ 38 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too ; and yet I know not.
Էջ 342 - I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought 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.