The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood ...
... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood ...
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... breath she did perfume the air : Sacred , and sweet , was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands ...
... breath she did perfume the air : Sacred , and sweet , was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands ...
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... breathing and exploit . King . It may well serve who are sick What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFFU , and PArolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's ...
... breathing and exploit . King . It may well serve who are sick What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFFU , and PArolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's ...
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... breath is barr'd . It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' t is with us that square our guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
... breath is barr'd . It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' t is with us that square our guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
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... breath , now she sings in heaven . Fr. Env . How is this justified ? and Fr. Gent . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which make her story true , even to the point of her death : her death it- self , which could not be her ...
... breath , now she sings in heaven . Fr. Env . How is this justified ? and Fr. Gent . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which make her story true , even to the point of her death : her death it- self , which could not be her ...
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Page 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Page 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Page 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...