Complete Works: With Life, Compendium and Concordance, Band 7Gebbie publishing Company, limited, 1896 |
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... , Love - lacking vestals , and self - loving nuns , That on the earth would breed a scarcity , And barren dearth of daughters and of sons , * Mad . Be prodigal the lamp that burns by night . Dries 32 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... , Love - lacking vestals , and self - loving nuns , That on the earth would breed a scarcity , And barren dearth of daughters and of sons , * Mad . Be prodigal the lamp that burns by night . Dries 32 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... daughters of her daughter ; To make the child a man , the man a child ; To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter ; To tame the unicorn and lion wild ; To mock the subtle , in themselves beguiled ; To cheer the ploughman with ...
... daughters of her daughter ; To make the child a man , the man a child ; To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter ; To tame the unicorn and lion wild ; To mock the subtle , in themselves beguiled ; To cheer the ploughman with ...
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... burning Troy doth bear ; Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here : And here in Troy , for trespass of thine eye , The sire , the son , the dame , and daughter die . THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . Why should the private pleasure.
... burning Troy doth bear ; Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here : And here in Troy , for trespass of thine eye , The sire , the son , the dame , and daughter die . THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . Why should the private pleasure.
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... Daughter , dear daughter , ' old Lucretius cries , ' That life was mine , which thou hast here deprived . If in the child the father's image lies , Where shall I live , now Lucrece is unlived ? Thou wast not to this end from me derived ...
... Daughter , dear daughter , ' old Lucretius cries , ' That life was mine , which thou hast here deprived . If in the child the father's image lies , Where shall I live , now Lucrece is unlived ? Thou wast not to this end from me derived ...
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... daughter or for wife . The one doth call her his , the other his , Yet neither may possess the claim they lay . The ... daughter ! ' and ' My wife ! ' with clamors fill'd The dispersed air , who , holding Lucrece ' life , Answer'd their ...
... daughter or for wife . The one doth call her his , the other his , Yet neither may possess the claim they lay . The ... daughter ! ' and ' My wife ! ' with clamors fill'd The dispersed air , who , holding Lucrece ' life , Answer'd their ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonis Antony Attendants beauty blood breath Cæsar character cheek Collatine comedy COMPENDIUM Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth drama duke earl eyes fair false Falstaff father fear fool foul Gentlemen of Verona give grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven HISTORICAL SUMMARY honor husband Iago Julius Caesar King Henry IV King Henry VIII King John King Lear King Richard King Richard III kiss lady lips live looks lord Love's Labor's Lost Macbeth Malone Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer-Night's Dream mind murder never Othello passion PERSONS REPRESENTED play poet poor praise prince queen quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Romeo and Juliet scene servant Shakespeare shame sorrow soul sweet Tarquin tears thee thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue Troilus true truth Twelfth Night weep wife Wives of Windsor young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 245 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Seite 283 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Seite 228 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 315 - 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 316 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 235 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Seite 247 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 163 - 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.
Seite 146 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Seite 314 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.