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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... thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Of your complexion . Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i ' faith ? Vio ...
... thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Of your complexion . Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i ' faith ? Vio ...
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... Thine own father thy death must be , - Alas , that ever this bow was bent ! With this fire bright thou must be brent ; An angel said to me right so ; Alas , my child , thou shalt be shent ! Thy careful father must be thy foe . " Isaac ...
... Thine own father thy death must be , - Alas , that ever this bow was bent ! With this fire bright thou must be brent ; An angel said to me right so ; Alas , my child , thou shalt be shent ! Thy careful father must be thy foe . " Isaac ...
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... thine and Nature's boast ? " C And Warburton , describing The Winter's Tale as " a homely and simple , though agreeable , country tale , " brings his characterization to a focus by say- ing that in telling this country tale " Our ...
... thine and Nature's boast ? " C And Warburton , describing The Winter's Tale as " a homely and simple , though agreeable , country tale , " brings his characterization to a focus by say- ing that in telling this country tale " Our ...
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... thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing ; The time is spent , her object will away , And from her ...
... thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing ; The time is spent , her object will away , And from her ...
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... thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murther'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen . 66 Long may they kiss each ...
... thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murther'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen . 66 Long may they kiss each ...
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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.