The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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... sing i ' the wind : yond same black cloud , yond huge one , looks like a foul bom- bard that would shed his liquor . If it should thunder as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by ...
... sing i ' the wind : yond same black cloud , yond huge one , looks like a foul bom- bard that would shed his liquor . If it should thunder as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by ...
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... sing at a man's funeral : well , here's my comfort . [ Sings . [ Drinks . The master , the swabber , the boatswain and I , The gunner , and his mate , Loved Moll , Meg , and Marian , and Margery , But none of us cared for Kate ; For she ...
... sing at a man's funeral : well , here's my comfort . [ Sings . [ Drinks . The master , the swabber , the boatswain and I , The gunner , and his mate , Loved Moll , Meg , and Marian , and Margery , But none of us cared for Kate ; For she ...
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... sing . Flout ' em and scout ' em , And scout ' em and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . ΠΙΟ 120 [ Sings . 130 [ Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . Ste . What is this same ? Trin . This is the tune of our ...
... sing . Flout ' em and scout ' em , And scout ' em and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . ΠΙΟ 120 [ Sings . 130 [ Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . Ste . What is this same ? Trin . This is the tune of our ...
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... it is monstrous , monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder , That deep and dreadful organ - pipe , pronounced The 83 THE TEMPEST Act III . Sc . iii .
... it is monstrous , monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder , That deep and dreadful organ - pipe , pronounced The 83 THE TEMPEST Act III . Sc . iii .
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... sing . Juno . Honour , riches , marriage - blessing , Long continuance , and increasing , Hourly joys be still upon you ! Cer . Juno sings her blessings on you . Earthes increase , foison plenty , Barns and garners never empty ; Vines ...
... sing . Juno . Honour , riches , marriage - blessing , Long continuance , and increasing , Hourly joys be still upon you ! Cer . Juno sings her blessings on you . Earthes increase , foison plenty , Barns and garners never empty ; Vines ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
allusion Ariel Armado Biron Boyet Caius Caliban comedy Cost Costard daughter Demetrius doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father Fenton follow fool give grace hast hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Host Hugh Evans humour Jaquenetta King l'envoy lady look lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers Lysander marry Master Brook master doctor merry Miranda Mistress Ford monster moon Moth never night numbers o'er Oberon Philostrate Pist play Pompey pray Princess Pros Prospero Puck Pyramus queen Quick Quin Re-enter Rosaline Scene Shakespeare Shal sing Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff sleep Slen Slender speak spirit strange sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee Theseus thing Thisby thou art Titania tongue Trin Trinculo William Shakespeare Windsor woman word ΙΟ
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.