Shakespeare's Comedy of A Midsummer-night's DreamHarper, 1877 - 195 Seiten |
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... hast thine own form . Dromio of S. No , I am an ape . Luciana . If thou art chang'd to aught , ' t is to an ass . " When Shakspere wrote thus of fairy - land , of the pranks of Robin Goodfellow , and of the transformation of a man to an ...
... hast thine own form . Dromio of S. No , I am an ape . Luciana . If thou art chang'd to aught , ' t is to an ass . " When Shakspere wrote thus of fairy - land , of the pranks of Robin Goodfellow , and of the transformation of a man to an ...
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... hast given her rhymes And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love , And stolen impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair , rings , gawds ...
... hast given her rhymes And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love , And stolen impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair , rings , gawds ...
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... hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lysander . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELENA . Hermia . God speed fair Helena ! whither away ? Helena . Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay ...
... hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lysander . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELENA . Hermia . God speed fair Helena ! whither away ? Helena . Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay ...
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... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
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... hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their ...
... hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their ...
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Seite 60 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 112 - Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Seite 100 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Seite 170 - 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. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Seite 113 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, — That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Seite 137 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 58 - Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set : the spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which : And this same progeny of evils conies From our debate, from our dissension ; We are their parents and original.
Seite 94 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Seite 38 - The best in this kind are but shadows ; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
Seite 58 - And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose...