The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - Počet stran: 884 |
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Strana x
... live eternally . To the Memory of M. W. Shakespeare . L. DIGGES . We wonder'd ( Shake - speare ) that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy ...
... live eternally . To the Memory of M. W. Shakespeare . L. DIGGES . We wonder'd ( Shake - speare ) that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy ...
Strana xi
... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great but disproportion'd muses : For , if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great but disproportion'd muses : For , if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
Strana 13
... live . I have made you mad ; And even with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate : the elements , [ ALON . , SEB . , & c . draw their Swords . Of whom your swords ...
... live . I have made you mad ; And even with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate : the elements , [ ALON . , SEB . , & c . draw their Swords . Of whom your swords ...
Strana 14
... live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch'd with stover , them to keep ; Thy banks with pioned and tilled brims , Which spongy April at thy hest betrims , To make cold nymphs chaste crowns ; and thy brown groves , Whose shadow the ...
... live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch'd with stover , them to keep ; Thy banks with pioned and tilled brims , Which spongy April at thy hest betrims , To make cold nymphs chaste crowns ; and thy brown groves , Whose shadow the ...
Strana 24
... live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir : you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val . ' Tis ...
... live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir : you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val . ' Tis ...
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Strana 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Strana 63 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! '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.