The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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... Edition The Works of William Shakespeare In Thirteen. The Tempest erry Wives of Windcar Midsummer Night's Dream Love's Labour's Lost The Tempest Merry Wives of Windsor Midsummer Night's Dream Love's. NEW YORK HICA 4 ) Warwick Edition.
... Edition The Works of William Shakespeare In Thirteen. The Tempest erry Wives of Windcar Midsummer Night's Dream Love's Labour's Lost The Tempest Merry Wives of Windsor Midsummer Night's Dream Love's. NEW YORK HICA 4 ) Warwick Edition.
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... merry Greek , tart Aristophanes , Neat Terence , witty Plautus , now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part ...
... merry Greek , tart Aristophanes , Neat Terence , witty Plautus , now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part ...
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... Merry Wives of Windsor . Measure for Measure . The Comedy of Errors . Much Ado about Nothing . Love's Labour's Lost . Midsummer Night's Dreams The Merchant of Venice . As You Like it . The Taming of the Shrew . All's well that End's ...
... Merry Wives of Windsor . Measure for Measure . The Comedy of Errors . Much Ado about Nothing . Love's Labour's Lost . Midsummer Night's Dreams The Merchant of Venice . As You Like it . The Taming of the Shrew . All's well that End's ...
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... merry ; you have cause , So have we all , of joy ; for our escape Is much beyond our loss . Our hint of woe Is common ; every day , some sailor's wife , The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe ; but ...
... merry ; you have cause , So have we all , of joy ; for our escape Is much beyond our loss . Our hint of woe Is common ; every day , some sailor's wife , The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe ; but ...
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... merry ; I am full of pleasure : Let us be jocund : will you troll the catch You taught me but while - ere ? Ste . At thy request , monster , I will do reason , any reason . Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . Flout ' em and scout ' em ...
... merry ; I am full of pleasure : Let us be jocund : will you troll the catch You taught me but while - ere ? Ste . At thy request , monster , I will do reason , any reason . Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . Flout ' em and scout ' em ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 78 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Seite 108 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 96 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 44 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 36 - 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 dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 40 - 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 ? Puck.
Seite 145 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Seite viii - Yet must I not give Nature all ; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Seite 107 - 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!
Seite vi - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.