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Ay , the heads of the maids , or their muid enheads ; take it in what sense thou
wilt . Gre . They must take it in sense , that feel it . Sam . Me they shall feel , while I
am able to stand ; and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh . Gre . " Tis well thou
...
Ay , the heads of the maids , or their muid enheads ; take it in what sense thou
wilt . Gre . They must take it in sense , that feel it . Sam . Me they shall feel , while I
am able to stand ; and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh . Gre . " Tis well thou
...
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Dost thou not laugh ? 14 Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . ... thou wilt
propagate , to have it press ' d 13 That is , should blindly and recklessly think he
can surmount all obstacles to his will . 14 This string of antithetical conceits
seems ...
Dost thou not laugh ? 14 Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . ... thou wilt
propagate , to have it press ' d 13 That is , should blindly and recklessly think he
can surmount all obstacles to his will . 14 This string of antithetical conceits
seems ...
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A was a merry man — took up the child : “ Yea , " quoth he , “ dost thou fall upon
thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit , Wilt thou not , Jule ?
" and , by my holy - dam , The pretty wretch left crying , and said , “ Ay . " To see ...
A was a merry man — took up the child : “ Yea , " quoth he , “ dost thou fall upon
thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit , Wilt thou not , Jule ?
" and , by my holy - dam , The pretty wretch left crying , and said , “ Ay . " To see ...
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0 , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , being o ' er
my head , As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white - upturned
wondering eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the
lazy ...
0 , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , being o ' er
my head , As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white - upturned
wondering eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the
lazy ...
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What man art thou , that , thus bescreen ' d in night , So stumblest on my counsel
? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , is
hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee : Had I it written , I would tear ...
What man art thou , that , thus bescreen ' d in night , So stumblest on my counsel
? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , is
hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee : Had I it written , I would tear ...
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Seite 370 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Seite 277 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 162 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell 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. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay,...
Seite 376 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Seite 156 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Seite 355 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Seite 170 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Seite 163 - That time of year thou mayst 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, Consum'd with that which...
Seite 286 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 302 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare ... At Head of Title: Shakespeare's complete works. The people's ed. Ed. by Henry N. Hudson Band 6 von The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Ausgabe | überarbeitet |
| Verlag | Estes & Lauriat, 1883 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 3. März 2008 |
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