The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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... quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ! the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her husband's to Aleppo gone , master o ' the Tiger : But in a sieve I'll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I'll do , I'll do , and I'll do . 2 Witch . I'll ...
... quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ! the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her husband's to Aleppo gone , master o ' the Tiger : But in a sieve I'll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I'll do , I'll do , and I'll do . 2 Witch . I'll ...
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... quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ? What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun ; I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs : If they burn too ...
... quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ? What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun ; I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs : If they burn too ...
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... quoth he , " nor will not know it , Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; ' Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; My love to love is love but to disgrace it ; For I have heard it is a life in death , That laughs , and weeps ...
... quoth he , " nor will not know it , Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; ' Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; My love to love is love but to disgrace it ; For I have heard it is a life in death , That laughs , and weeps ...
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... quoth she , “ hast thou a tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh- sounding ...
... quoth she , “ hast thou a tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh- sounding ...
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... quoth she , " in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death ...
... quoth she , " in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death ...
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Seite 22 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Seite 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Seite 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Seite 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Seite 227 - 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...
Seite 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Seite 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 226 - 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 : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Seite 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...