The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 9Bickers & Son, 1881 |
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... night , Will shun ( 14 ) no course to keep them from the light . One sin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke : Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the ...
... night , Will shun ( 14 ) no course to keep them from the light . One sin , I know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke : Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the ...
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... night , - The tomb where 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 ) ...
... night , - The tomb where 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 ) ...
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... night , Who seem'd my good protector ; and , being here , Bethought me what ( 31 ) was past , what might succeed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears ( 29 ) To bear with patience Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself ...
... night , Who seem'd my good protector ; and , being here , Bethought me what ( 31 ) was past , what might succeed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears ( 29 ) To bear with patience Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself ...
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... night , ( 87 ) The which hath fire in darkness , none in light : ( 86 ) By Jove , I wonder , that is king of ... night , ] The old eds . have " Where now his sonne like a Glo - worme in the night . " — Malone gave " Where now his son's a ...
... night , ( 87 ) The which hath fire in darkness , none in light : ( 86 ) By Jove , I wonder , that is king of ... night , ] The old eds . have " Where now his sonne like a Glo - worme in the night . " — Malone gave " Where now his son's a ...
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... night : I do Protest my ears were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good ...
... night : I do Protest my ears were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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.