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... hastened his end ; in some respects a genial close , -entertaining his brother poets . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE expired April 23 : but he ceased not to live . SHAKESPEARE'S WILL , IN THE PREROGATIVE OFFICE , LONDON . SHAKESPEARE'S LIFE .
... hastened his end ; in some respects a genial close , -entertaining his brother poets . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE expired April 23 : but he ceased not to live . SHAKESPEARE'S WILL , IN THE PREROGATIVE OFFICE , LONDON . SHAKESPEARE'S LIFE .
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... lives by drunkards . [ Exeunt . This wide - chapp'd rascal , -would thou might'st lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . [ Exit Boatswain . He'll be hanged yet , Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st ...
... lives by drunkards . [ Exeunt . This wide - chapp'd rascal , -would thou might'st lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . [ Exit Boatswain . He'll be hanged yet , Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st ...
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... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou mayst . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda ...
... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou mayst . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in ' t . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in ' t . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
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... live . I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
... live . I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
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Seite 554 - ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh, ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend
Seite 519 - 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 of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb
Seite liv - which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! To answer other business.
Seite xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped.
Seite 424 - Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Come not near our fairy queen : Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby. i
Seite l - ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee
Seite 519 - an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins,— Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
Seite 542 - That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques
Seite 584 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, &c. This carol they began that hour,
Seite 431 - night tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Peas. Hail, mortal! Cob. Hail! Moth. Hail! Mus. Hail!