The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Band 3 |
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... leave the rider in the mire . BIRON . What time o'day ? Ros . The hour , that fools fhould ask . BIRON . Now fair befal your mask ! Ros . Fair fall the face it covers ! BIRON . And fend you many lovers ! Ros . Amen , so you be none ...
... leave the rider in the mire . BIRON . What time o'day ? Ros . The hour , that fools fhould ask . BIRON . Now fair befal your mask ! Ros . Fair fall the face it covers ! BIRON . And fend you many lovers ! Ros . Amen , so you be none ...
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... leaves , and makes his book thine eyes ; Where all thofe pleasures live , that art would compre- hend : 1 If knowledge be the mark , to know thee fhall fuffice ; Well learned is that tongue , that well can thee commend , All ignorant ...
... leaves , and makes his book thine eyes ; Where all thofe pleasures live , that art would compre- hend : 1 If knowledge be the mark , to know thee fhall fuffice ; Well learned is that tongue , that well can thee commend , All ignorant ...
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... leaves , fhade folly . Who is he comes here ? [ The king steps afide . Enter Longueville . What ! Longueville ! and reading ! -Liften , ear . BIRON . Now in thy likenefs one more fool appears . LONG . Ay me ! I am forfworn . [ Afide ...
... leaves , fhade folly . Who is he comes here ? [ The king steps afide . Enter Longueville . What ! Longueville ! and reading ! -Liften , ear . BIRON . Now in thy likenefs one more fool appears . LONG . Ay me ! I am forfworn . [ Afide ...
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... fonnet On a day , ( alack the day ! ) Love , whofe month is ever May , Spy'd a bloffom paffing fair , Playing in the wanton air : [ Afide . VOL . II . E Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unfeen , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 49.
... fonnet On a day , ( alack the day ! ) Love , whofe month is ever May , Spy'd a bloffom paffing fair , Playing in the wanton air : [ Afide . VOL . II . E Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unfeen , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 49.
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unfeen , ' gan paffage find ; That the lover , fick to death , Wish'd himself , the heaven's breath . Air , ( quoth he ) thy cheeks may blow Air , would I might ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unfeen , ' gan paffage find ; That the lover , fick to death , Wish'd himself , the heaven's breath . Air , ( quoth he ) thy cheeks may blow Air , would I might ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt anſwer Antigonus becauſe beſt BIRON Bohemia BOYET buſineſs Camillo CAPELL Coftard defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit faid fair Fair ladies fame fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fignifies fince fing firſt fome fomething fool foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet gentleman give hath heart himſelf honour houſe Ibid Illyria itſelf JOHNS king lady lefs lord madam Malvolio maſter means miſtreſs moft moſt MOTH muſt myſelf Navarre paffage Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praiſe prefent princeſs purpoſe queen reafon ſay SCENE ſee Shakespeare ſhall ſhe SHEP ſhould Sicilia Sir Toby ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſuch ſweet thee thefe THEOB theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue underſtand uſe WARB whofe word yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 56 - Subtle as sphinx: as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Seite 158 - But nature makes that mean; so over 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.
Seite 55 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 207 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.