The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... hast thou let her scape ? " 9 Gifford , -note on Jonson's Works , v . 163 . 10 With a boldness of assertion similar to that of Shakespeare's earliest editors , Humphrey Moseley , in an address " To the Readers , " prefixed to the folio ...
... hast thou let her scape ? " 9 Gifford , -note on Jonson's Works , v . 163 . 10 With a boldness of assertion similar to that of Shakespeare's earliest editors , Humphrey Moseley , in an address " To the Readers , " prefixed to the folio ...
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... hast no rayling , but a raigning wit : And honesty thou sow'st , which they do reape , So to increase their stocke , which they do keepe . " " 38 Are we , then , to understand that , in consequence of having personated certain royal ...
... hast no rayling , but a raigning wit : And honesty thou sow'st , which they do reape , So to increase their stocke , which they do keepe . " " 38 Are we , then , to understand that , in consequence of having personated certain royal ...
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... hast a good presence upon a stage ; methinks thou darkenest thy merit by playing in the country : get thee to Lon- don , for if one man [ i . e . Burbadge ] were dead , they will have much need of such as thou art . There would be none ...
... hast a good presence upon a stage ; methinks thou darkenest thy merit by playing in the country : get thee to Lon- don , for if one man [ i . e . Burbadge ] were dead , they will have much need of such as thou art . There would be none ...
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... having been pre- served by Dugdale ( Ant . of Warwick . p . 686 , ed . 1730 , -they were some years ago restored at the expense of my friend the Rev. William Harness . Then , passenger , hast ne're a tear Το weepe CXX SOME ACCOUNT OF THE.
... having been pre- served by Dugdale ( Ant . of Warwick . p . 686 , ed . 1730 , -they were some years ago restored at the expense of my friend the Rev. William Harness . Then , passenger , hast ne're a tear Το weepe CXX SOME ACCOUNT OF THE.
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William Shakespeare. Then , passenger , hast ne're a tear Το weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne're a teare ...
William Shakespeare. Then , passenger , hast ne're a tear Το weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne're a teare ...
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Página 289 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 56 - The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Página 42 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página lxxvii - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 55 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick.
Página 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Página 300 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Página cxlviii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Página 32 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Página 15 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...