The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1Blackie & Son, 1888 |
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... night at my Lord of Southampton's , unless you send a writ to re- move the corpus cum causa to your house in Strand . Burbage is my messenger . Ready at- tending your pleasure . - Yours most humbly , WALTER COPE . " No mention of this ...
... night at my Lord of Southampton's , unless you send a writ to re- move the corpus cum causa to your house in Strand . Burbage is my messenger . Ready at- tending your pleasure . - Yours most humbly , WALTER COPE . " No mention of this ...
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... Night's e reaches a far higher point than he this play . One can easily imagine orous , thoughtful face of the young Stratford - upon - Avon amongst the spectators at one of those " pleasant ; " one can picture him as he notes his mind ...
... Night's e reaches a far higher point than he this play . One can easily imagine orous , thoughtful face of the young Stratford - upon - Avon amongst the spectators at one of those " pleasant ; " one can picture him as he notes his mind ...
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... night too of half the day- Which I hope well is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep , Not to see ladies , study , fast , not sleep ! King . Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these . Biron . Let me say ...
... night too of half the day- Which I hope well is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep , Not to see ladies , study , fast , not sleep ! King . Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these . Biron . Let me say ...
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... to a humorous sigh A critic , nay , a night - watch const A domineering pedant o'er the bo Than whom no mortal so magnific This wimpled , whining , purblin boy ; 2 Inkle , tape . Wimpled , veiled 21 ST . ACT IV . Scene 1 . ACT IV.
... to a humorous sigh A critic , nay , a night - watch const A domineering pedant o'er the bo Than whom no mortal so magnific This wimpled , whining , purblin boy ; 2 Inkle , tape . Wimpled , veiled 21 ST . ACT IV . Scene 1 . ACT IV.
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... night , my good owl . [ Exeunt Cost . By my soul , a swain clown ! Lord , Lord , how the ladies O ' my troth , most sweet jes vulgar wit ! When it comes so smoothly as it were , so fit . Armador at th ' one side , -C To see him walk ...
... night , my good owl . [ Exeunt Cost . By my soul , a swain clown ! Lord , Lord , how the ladies O ' my troth , most sweet jes vulgar wit ! When it comes so smoothly as it were , so fit . Armador at th ' one side , -C To see him walk ...
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Seite 232 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 7 - LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.
Seite 212 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 194 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Seite 198 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 217 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 32 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 200 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 217 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Seite 199 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.