The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 9Bickers & Son, 1881 |
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... eyes . It hath been sung at festivals , On ember - eves and holy - ales ; ( 1 ) And lords and ladies in their lives Have read it for restoratives : The purchase ( 2 ) is to make men glorious ; Et bonum quo antiquius , eo melius . If you ...
... eyes . It hath been sung at festivals , On ember - eves and holy - ales ; ( 1 ) And lords and ladies in their lives Have read it for restoratives : The purchase ( 2 ) is to make men glorious ; Et bonum quo antiquius , eo melius . If you ...
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... eye Presumes to reach , all thy whole heap must die . ( 10 ) Yon sometime famous princes like thyself , Drawn by report , adventurous by desire , Tell thee , with speechless tongues and semblance pale , That , without covering , save ...
... eye Presumes to reach , all thy whole heap must die . ( 10 ) Yon sometime famous princes like thyself , Drawn by report , adventurous by desire , Tell thee , with speechless tongues and semblance pale , That , without covering , save ...
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... eyes to view men's acts , Why cloud they not their sights perpetually , ( 11 ) I wait the sharpest blow , & c . ] The quartos have " I wayt the sharpest blow ( Antiochus ) Scorning aduice : read the conclusion then : Which read , " & c ...
... eyes to view men's acts , Why cloud they not their sights perpetually , ( 11 ) I wait the sharpest blow , & c . ] The quartos have " I wayt the sharpest blow ( Antiochus ) Scorning aduice : read the conclusion then : Which read , " & c ...
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... 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 , to tell the earth is throng'd ...
... 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 , to tell the earth is throng'd ...
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... 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 can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then ...
... 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 can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then ...
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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 fire 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 387 - 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 347 - 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 385 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 390 - 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 390 - 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 372 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Seite 367 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 396 - To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand ! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers (67) walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Seite 378 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Seite 348 - 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.