Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Band 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... Helena ( a young gentlewoman who was present in attendance upon her ) were living , for that she doubted not he could have cured his majesty of his disease . And she told Lafeu something of the history of Helena , saying she was 6 All's ...
... Helena ( a young gentlewoman who was present in attendance upon her ) were living , for that she doubted not he could have cured his majesty of his disease . And she told Lafeu something of the history of Helena , saying she was 6 All's ...
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... Helena under her protection ; then the countess praised the virtuous dis- position and excellent qualities of Helena , saying she inherited these virtues from her worthy father . While she was speaking , Helena wept in sad and mournful ...
... Helena under her protection ; then the countess praised the virtuous dis- position and excellent qualities of Helena , saying she inherited these virtues from her worthy father . While she was speaking , Helena wept in sad and mournful ...
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... Helena had long loved Bertram , and when she wept in sad and mournful silence , the tears she shed were not for Gerard de Narbon . Helena loved her father , but in the present feeling of a deeper love , the object of which she was about ...
... Helena had long loved Bertram , and when she wept in sad and mournful silence , the tears she shed were not for Gerard de Narbon . Helena loved her father , but in the present feeling of a deeper love , the object of which she was about ...
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... Helena would sit and look upon his dark eye , his arched brow , and the curls of his fine hair , till she seemed to draw his por- trait on the tablet of her heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the ...
... Helena would sit and look upon his dark eye , his arched brow , and the curls of his fine hair , till she seemed to draw his por- trait on the tablet of her heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the ...
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... Helena was the possessor of this choice prescription , it was unlikely , as the king as well as his physicians were of opinion that his disease was incurable , that they would give credit to a poor unlearned virgin , if she should offer ...
... Helena was the possessor of this choice prescription , it was unlikely , as the king as well as his physicians were of opinion that his disease was incurable , that they would give credit to a poor unlearned virgin , if she should offer ...
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abbess Adriana Ægeon Angelo Antipholis of Syracuse bade beauty begged Bertram brother brought called Cassio Cerimon Cesario Claudio Cleon count Paris countess daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diana Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear feast friar gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Heaven Helena Hellicanus honour husband Iago Illyria Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew lady Laertes Leoline living look lord Capulet lord Timon Lychorida Lysimachus maid Mantua Marina marriage married Mercutio Michael Cassio mind mistress mother Mountague murder Narbon never night noble old lord Olivia Orsino Othello pardon Paris passion Pericles Petruchio poor prince prince of Tyre prison queen replied rich ring Romeo Rossilion Sebastian seemed sent servant ship sister speak strange sweet tell Thaisa Tharsus ther ther's thing thought told Tybalt Tyre Verona Viola weep wife wished words young
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Seite 96 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Seite 127 - ... away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Seite 84 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Seite 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Seite 127 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Seite 119 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 127 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Seite 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.