The Complete Works of William ShakespeareHoughton Mifflin, 1906 - 1237 ページ |
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... blood and will rememb'red be . 94 Bir . A fever in your blood ! why , then in- cision Would let her out in saucers ; sweet misprision ! Dum . Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ . Bir . Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit ...
... blood and will rememb'red be . 94 Bir . A fever in your blood ! why , then in- cision Would let her out in saucers ; sweet misprision ! Dum . Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ . Bir . Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit ...
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... blood can be . 170 The sea will ebb and flow , heaven show his face , Young blood doth not obey an old decree . We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn . King . What , did these rent lines ...
... blood can be . 170 The sea will ebb and flow , heaven show his face , Young blood doth not obey an old decree . We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn . King . What , did these rent lines ...
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... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun , F : rave to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , 70 75 Lasting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon ...
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun , F : rave to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , 70 75 Lasting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon ...
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... blood , plunge in knee - deep , And kill me too . 50 The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me : would he have stolen away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd and that the moon 53 May through ...
... blood , plunge in knee - deep , And kill me too . 50 The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me : would he have stolen away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd and that the moon 53 May through ...
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... blood to rebel ! Salan . Out upon it , old carrion ! Rebels it at these years ? Shy . I say , my daughter is my flesh and blood . 40 Salar . There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than between jet and ivory ; more i . 109 ...
... blood to rebel ! Salan . Out upon it , old carrion ! Rebels it at these years ? Shy . I say , my daughter is my flesh and blood . 40 Salar . There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than between jet and ivory ; more i . 109 ...
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Achilles Ajax arms art thou Bardolph bear beseech better blood Boyet brother Claudio comes cousin Cres Cymbeline daughter dear death Diomed dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Hermia hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master Master Doctor mistress never night noble Pandarus pardon Patroclus peace Pedro Pericles play Pompey poor pray Prince prithee Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE Shakespeare Shal Signior soul speak stand swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Troilus troth Troyan true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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213 ページ - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in...
30 ページ - 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, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!
470 ページ - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
406 ページ - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
68 ページ - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
189 ページ - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
470 ページ - 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, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
532 ページ - Ha, ha ! keep time : how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disorder'd string ; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
98 ページ - And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks...
x ページ - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree, that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire, for some time, and shelter himself in London.