The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Svazek 2Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love tokens with my child ; Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stolen the impression of her fantasy ...
... Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love tokens with my child ; Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stolen the impression of her fantasy ...
Strana 18
... thou thus , for shame , Titania , Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia , whom he ravished ? And make him with fair Egle break his ...
... thou thus , for shame , Titania , Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia , whom he ravished ? And make him with fair Egle break his ...
Strana 20
... Thou shalt not from this grove , Till I torment thee for this injury.- My gentle Puck , come hither . Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid , on a dolphin's back , Uttering such dulcet and harmonious ...
... Thou shalt not from this grove , Till I torment thee for this injury.- My gentle Puck , come hither . Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid , on a dolphin's back , Uttering such dulcet and harmonious ...
Strana 23
... thou follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Let me go ; Hel . Ay , in the temple , in ... Thou shalt fly him , and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer ...
... thou follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Let me go ; Hel . Ay , in the temple , in ... Thou shalt fly him , and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer ...
Strana 24
... thou some of it , and seek through this grove . A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth : anoint his eyes ; But do it , when the next thing he espies May be the lady . Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he ...
... thou some of it , and seek through this grove . A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth : anoint his eyes ; But do it , when the next thing he espies May be the lady . Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he ...
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Strana 205 - Hath not a, Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Strana 18 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 239 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Strana 271 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 161 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 287 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, 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 lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Strana 271 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 240 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.