The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 ページ |
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... lying on the rushes , or seated on hired stools , while their pages furnished them with pipes and tobacco . At the third sounding , or flourish of trumpets , the exhibition began . The curtain , which con- cealed the stage from the ...
... lying on the rushes , or seated on hired stools , while their pages furnished them with pipes and tobacco . At the third sounding , or flourish of trumpets , the exhibition began . The curtain , which con- cealed the stage from the ...
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... lies Ben Jonson , Who was once one- he gives it to Mr. Shakespeare to make up , who presently writte , That , while he liv'd , was a slow thing , And now , being dead , is no - thing . " Ashmole MSS . 38 . The letter from Peele to ...
... lies Ben Jonson , Who was once one- he gives it to Mr. Shakespeare to make up , who presently writte , That , while he liv'd , was a slow thing , And now , being dead , is no - thing . " Ashmole MSS . 38 . The letter from Peele to ...
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... lies here engrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! ho ! quoth the Devil , ' tis my John - a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have ...
... lies here engrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! ho ! quoth the Devil , ' tis my John - a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have ...
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... lying . the one below the arches and columnes , and the other above them , and this epitaph upon it : " Thomas Stanley , Knight , second son of Edward , Earle of Derby , Lord Stanley and Strange , descended from the famielie of the ...
... lying . the one below the arches and columnes , and the other above them , and this epitaph upon it : " Thomas Stanley , Knight , second son of Edward , Earle of Derby , Lord Stanley and Strange , descended from the famielie of the ...
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... lie them still , Or sail secure , with tide and wind at will . And as all those which hear this bird complain , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse , or pitying her pain ; So she , for whom I wail both day and ...
... lie them still , Or sail secure , with tide and wind at will . And as all those which hear this bird complain , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse , or pitying her pain ; So she , for whom I wail both day and ...
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153 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
153 ページ - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
265 ページ - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
273 ページ - Tu-who, a merry note, 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...
226 ページ - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
275 ページ - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
47 ページ - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
160 ページ - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
274 ページ - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
222 ページ - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...