The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 1Little, Brown, 1871 |
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... Tear , " destroys the effect of the last pretty stanza , which almost redeems the prim platitude and tiewig - time sensibility of its five predecessors , by deliberately informing his reader that when he says that the very law which ...
... Tear , " destroys the effect of the last pretty stanza , which almost redeems the prim platitude and tiewig - time sensibility of its five predecessors , by deliberately informing his reader that when he says that the very law which ...
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... tear , To mourne her death that graced his desert , And to his lines opened her royal eare . Shepheard remember our Elizabeth , And sing her rape done by that Tarquin , Death . " Having this evidence of his reputation , and other of ...
... tear , To mourne her death that graced his desert , And to his lines opened her royal eare . Shepheard remember our Elizabeth , And sing her rape done by that Tarquin , Death . " Having this evidence of his reputation , and other of ...
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... tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; What follows more she murthers with a kiss ...
... tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; What follows more she murthers with a kiss ...
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... tears , your flattery , For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk ? " 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 ...
... tears , your flattery , For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk ? " 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 ...
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... tears gave light , Shone like the moon in water seen by night . “ O , where am I ? " 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 ...
... tears gave light , Shone like the moon in water seen by night . “ O , where am I ? " 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 ...
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Seite 186 - And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Seite 180 - 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. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest...
Seite ccii - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 169 - O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.
Seite 217 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having...
Seite 162 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite xciii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Seite 218 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Seite lxii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Seite ccxxii - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.