Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic PoetsBruce and Huntington, 1865 - 562 Seiten |
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... ........ Midsummer Night's Dream . Much Ado about Nothing ... King John .......... King Henry V. King Henry VI . ........ .... 14 20 26 30 33 36 40 42 44 46 47 50 53 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE ( CONTINUED ) . King Henry VIII .
... ........ Midsummer Night's Dream . Much Ado about Nothing ... King John .......... King Henry V. King Henry VI . ........ .... 14 20 26 30 33 36 40 42 44 46 47 50 53 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE ( CONTINUED ) . King Henry VIII .
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... squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coach - makers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of 20 GOLDEN LEAVES . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE Romeo and Juliet............
... squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coach - makers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of 20 GOLDEN LEAVES . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE Romeo and Juliet............
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... dream on fees : O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths with sweet - meats tainted are ; Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose , And then dreams he ...
... dream on fees : O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths with sweet - meats tainted are ; Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose , And then dreams he ...
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... dream ; -ay , there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come , When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must give us pause : there's the respect , That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips ...
... dream ; -ay , there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come , When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must give us pause : there's the respect , That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips ...
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... DREAM . Youthful Friendship . INJURIOUS Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Have you consṛired , have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision ? Is all the counsel , that we two have shared , The sisters ' vows , the ...
... DREAM . Youthful Friendship . INJURIOUS Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Have you consṛired , have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision ? Is all the counsel , that we two have shared , The sisters ' vows , the ...
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Golden Leaves: From the British and American Dramatic Poets (Classic Reprint) John W. S. Hows Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Æneids AMBLA arms art thou bear behold Bian BIANCA Blan Blanche blessed blood breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cato Cham child Collatia crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost thou doth dream Duke Duke of Milan earth Enter Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fate father fear fortune Gideon Giulio give gods grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour hour King lady Lictors live look lord Lysimachus madam Mantua Marq marriage Marsio mother murder ne'er NEARCHUS never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Pescara Philotas pity prison Pythias Ravenna revenge Seton Sfor Sforza sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword TAMERLANE tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent voice weep wouldst wretch youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 25 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Seite 35 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
Seite 30 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 19 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Seite 35 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 46 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Seite 29 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Seite 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 47 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Seite 18 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.