The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 8Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... grief should sleep , —can breed me quiet ? Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , ' s at Antioch , ( 18 ) Whose aim seems far too short to hit me here : ( 19 ) Yet neither pleasure's art ...
... grief should sleep , —can breed me quiet ? Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , ' s at Antioch , ( 18 ) Whose aim seems far too short to hit me here : ( 19 ) Yet neither pleasure's art ...
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... grief , -God give you joy ! - What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Yes , if you love me , sir . Per . Even as my life , or blood that fosters it . ( 109 ) Sim . What , are you both agreed ? Both . Yes , if't please your majesty ...
... grief , -God give you joy ! - What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Yes , if you love me , sir . Per . Even as my life , or blood that fosters it . ( 109 ) Sim . What , are you both agreed ? Both . Yes , if't please your majesty ...
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... grief . Lys . Upon what ground is his distemperature ? Hel . " Twould be too tedious to repeat ; But the main grief springs from the loss ( 215 ) Of a beloved daughter and a wife . Lys . May we not see him ? Hel . You may ; But bootless ...
... grief . Lys . Upon what ground is his distemperature ? Hel . " Twould be too tedious to repeat ; But the main grief springs from the loss ( 215 ) Of a beloved daughter and a wife . Lys . May we not see him ? Hel . You may ; But bootless ...
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... grief Might equal yours , if both were justly weigh'd . Though wayward fortune did malign my state , My derivation was from ancestors Who stood equivalent with mighty kings : But time hath rooted out my parentage , And to the world and ...
... grief Might equal yours , if both were justly weigh'd . Though wayward fortune did malign my state , My derivation was from ancestors Who stood equivalent with mighty kings : But time hath rooted out my parentage , And to the world and ...
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... grief springs from the loss " Corrupted . Most modern editors ( even Mr. Collier ) silently print " But the main grief of all springs , " & c . P. 63. ( 216 ) " night , " The old eds . have " wight . " P. 63. ( 217 ) " deafen'd parts ...
... grief springs from the loss " Corrupted . Most modern editors ( even Mr. Collier ) silently print " But the main grief of all springs , " & c . P. 63. ( 216 ) " night , " The old eds . have " wight . " P. 63. ( 217 ) " deafen'd parts ...
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Antiochus Arcite Bawd beauty blood Boult breath cheeks Cleon Collatine Collier Coun cousin Daugh daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth editors of 1778 Emilia Enter Exam Exeunt eyes face fair fear flowers foul Gaoler gentle give gods grief hath hear heart heaven Helicanus HIPPOLYTA honour king kiss lady lips live look lord lov'd love's Love's Labour's lost Lucrece Lysimachus maid Malone Marina mistress modern editors Mytilene ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen old eds Palamon Pentapolis Pericles PIRITHOUS pity poor pray prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth SCENE Seward Shakespeare shalt shame Simonides sorrow soul Steevens sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa Tharsus Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true Tyre unto Walker's Crit weep wilt wind Wooer words
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Seite 404 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 407 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 413 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having, and...
Seite 407 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 397 - And yet this time remov'd was summer's time ; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Seite 362 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired ; But then begins a journey in my head...
Seite 365 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 409 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing : For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am ; and they that level At my abuses, reckon up their own : I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel. By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown ; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Seite 364 - Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie ! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone : Their images I lov'd I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Seite 359 - A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.