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... lives , and their most vigorous talents , to revive his memory , and illustrate his writings . It is equally unfortunate , that we know as little of the progress of his writings , as of his personal history . The industry of his ...
... lives , and their most vigorous talents , to revive his memory , and illustrate his writings . It is equally unfortunate , that we know as little of the progress of his writings , as of his personal history . The industry of his ...
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... lives by drunkards . This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou might'st lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st to glut him . [ A ...
... lives by drunkards . This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou might'st lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st to glut him . [ A ...
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... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and aby sm2 of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou may'st . Mira . Pro . Twelve years since , But that I do not . Miranda ...
... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and aby sm2 of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou may'st . Mira . Pro . Twelve years since , But that I do not . Miranda ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush2 and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye3 of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush2 and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye3 of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
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... live ; And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty ...
... live ; And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Ariel bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen soul speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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Seite 71 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 374 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 71 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
Seite 73 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 358 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Seite 27 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Seite 275 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Seite 138 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Seite 336 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely...
Seite 44 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.