Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Band 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the features of that loved face . Gerard de Narbon , when he died , left her no other portion than some pre- scriptions of rare and well proved virtue , which by ...
... heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the features of that loved face . Gerard de Narbon , when he died , left her no other portion than some pre- scriptions of rare and well proved virtue , which by ...
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... the purport of her journey , she had preserved the life of the king , and she had wedded her heart's dear lord , the count Rossilion ; but she re- VOL . II . C turned back a dejected lady to her noble mother - All's Well that Ends Well .
... the purport of her journey , she had preserved the life of the king , and she had wedded her heart's dear lord , the count Rossilion ; but she re- VOL . II . C turned back a dejected lady to her noble mother - All's Well that Ends Well .
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... heart . The good countess received her with a cordial welcome , as if she had been her son's own choice , and a lady of a high de gree , and she spoke kind words , to com- fort her for the unkind neglect of Bertram in sending his wife ...
... heart . The good countess received her with a cordial welcome , as if she had been her son's own choice , and a lady of a high de gree , and she spoke kind words , to com- fort her for the unkind neglect of Bertram in sending his wife ...
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... hearts wish to serve her . " The king said , " Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear . Well -call him hither ; " meaning Bertram , whe now presented himself before the king : and , on his expressing deep sorrow for the ...
... hearts wish to serve her . " The king said , " Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear . Well -call him hither ; " meaning Bertram , whe now presented himself before the king : and , on his expressing deep sorrow for the ...
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... heart , I pray you , let it stand . ' But this was not all Petruchio intended to bring her to , and he replied , The poorset service is repaid with thanks , and so shall mine before you touch the meat . ' On this Katherine brought out a ...
... heart , I pray you , let it stand . ' But this was not all Petruchio intended to bring her to , and he replied , The poorset service is repaid with thanks , and so shall mine before you touch the meat . ' On this Katherine brought out a ...
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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.