Shakespere's Works, Band 12D. Appleton, 1897 |
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... wind , Blows dust in others ' eyes , to spread itself ; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear , The breath is gone , and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them . The blind mole casts Copp'd hills towards heaven ...
... wind , Blows dust in others ' eyes , to spread itself ; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear , The breath is gone , and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them . The blind mole casts Copp'd hills towards heaven ...
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... wind begins to blow ; Thunder above and deeps below Make such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost , By waves from coast to coast is tost . All Аст II 19 PERICLES.
... wind begins to blow ; Thunder above and deeps below Make such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost , By waves from coast to coast is tost . All Аст II 19 PERICLES.
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... Wind , rain , and thunder , remember , earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you ; And I , as fits my nature , do obey you . Alas ! the sea hath cast me on the rocks , Wash'd me from shore to shore , and left me breath ...
... Wind , rain , and thunder , remember , earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you ; And I , as fits my nature , do obey you . Alas ! the sea hath cast me on the rocks , Wash'd me from shore to shore , and left me breath ...
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... wind , In that vast tennis - court , have made the ball For them to play upon , entreats you pity him ; He asks of you , that never us'd to beg . First Fish . No , friend , cannot you beg ? here's them in our country of Greece gets more ...
... wind , In that vast tennis - court , have made the ball For them to play upon , entreats you pity him ; He asks of you , that never us'd to beg . First Fish . No , friend , cannot you beg ? here's them in our country of Greece gets more ...
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... winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep . O ! still Thy deafening , dreadful thunders ; gently quench Thy nimble , sulphurous flashes . O ! how , Lychorida , How does my queen ? Thou stormest venomously ...
... winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep . O ! still Thy deafening , dreadful thunders ; gently quench Thy nimble , sulphurous flashes . O ! how , Lychorida , How does my queen ? Thou stormest venomously ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonis Antiochus Bawd bear beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath canst cheeks Cleon Collatine daughter dead dear death deed delight desire DIONYZA doth Ephesus Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion false fear fire flower foul gentle give gods grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour incest king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Love's fire Lucrece lust Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Pentapolis Pericles pity poison'd poor praise Priam Prince of Tyre princes proud queen quoth seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shame sight Simonides sorrow soul swear sweet Tarquin Tarsus tears tell Tereu Thai Thaisa thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue true truth Tyre unto weep wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 255 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red : If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound : I...
Seite 205 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 259 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
Seite 244 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Seite 223 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation ! where, alack ! Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid...
Seite 196 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Seite 262 - TWO loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride...
Seite 255 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad...
Seite 199 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Seite 228 - So far from variation or quick change ? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed...