Shakespeare and Precious Stones

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Imprinted by J.B. Lippincott Company, 1916 - 100 páginas
 

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Página 46 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 100 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Página 68 - This Figure, that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Grauer had a strife With Nature, to out-doo the life : O, could he but haue drawne his wit As well in brasse, as he hath hit His face ; the Print would then surpasse All, that was euer writ in brasse. But, since he cannot, Reader, looke Not on his Picture, but his Booke.
Página 81 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Página 66 - Well! It is now publique, & you wil stand for your priviledges wee know : to read and censure. Do so, but buy it first. That doth best commend a Booke, the Stationer saies.
Página 83 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must. go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 79 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 18 - Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Página 41 - Phoebus might wondering stop to hear. To melt the sad, make blithe the gay, And nature charm, Anne hath a way; She hath a way, Anne Hathaway ; To breathe delight Anne hath a way.
Página 49 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

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