Shakespere's garden; or, The plants and flowers named in his works described and defined1864 |
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... eyes ; he gives the image which he receives not weakened or distorted by the interven- tion of any other mind ; the ignorant feel his repre- sentations to be just , and the learned see that they are complete . ' ، ، Samuel Taylor ...
... eyes ; he gives the image which he receives not weakened or distorted by the interven- tion of any other mind ; the ignorant feel his repre- sentations to be just , and the learned see that they are complete . ' ، ، Samuel Taylor ...
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... eyes ' windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life . Romeo's description of the Apothecary culling of simples ' is particularly graphic , and shows the art and calling of the ancient apothecaries . I do remember an ...
... eyes ' windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life . Romeo's description of the Apothecary culling of simples ' is particularly graphic , and shows the art and calling of the ancient apothecaries . I do remember an ...
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... eye of heaven to garnish , Is wasteful and ridiculous excess . In Hamlet , Act i . Scene 3 , Laertes , cautioning Ophelia against the advances of Hamlet , notices flowers attacked by insects : - Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear ...
... eye of heaven to garnish , Is wasteful and ridiculous excess . In Hamlet , Act i . Scene 3 , Laertes , cautioning Ophelia against the advances of Hamlet , notices flowers attacked by insects : - Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear ...
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... eye aside , * The shattered trunk of Herne's Oak was blown down on Monday morning last . A branch of the tree which fell from the trunk upwards of twenty years ago has been carefully preserved in the Royal stores at Windsor Castle ...
... eye aside , * The shattered trunk of Herne's Oak was blown down on Monday morning last . A branch of the tree which fell from the trunk upwards of twenty years ago has been carefully preserved in the Royal stores at Windsor Castle ...
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... eyes And make her full of hateful fantasies . Wild thyme ( Thymus Serpyllum ) grows on dry heaths and commons ; it has small leaves , and heads of light purple flowers . The plant has a fragrant aromatic perfume , and is called in many ...
... eyes And make her full of hateful fantasies . Wild thyme ( Thymus Serpyllum ) grows on dry heaths and commons ; it has small leaves , and heads of light purple flowers . The plant has a fragrant aromatic perfume , and is called in many ...
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Seite 8 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 4 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Seite 8 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed ; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Seite 165 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it : trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Seite 6 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 57 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Seite 49 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Seite 143 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge.
Seite xii - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! 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.
Seite 5 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the. top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.