The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... pray you do not envy his subject he has recently favoured me with several communications , of which I regret that the limits of a note prevent me from giving more than the follow- ing portions . " For some years before I ventured to ...
... pray you do not envy his subject he has recently favoured me with several communications , of which I regret that the limits of a note prevent me from giving more than the follow- ing portions . " For some years before I ventured to ...
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... pray , and fawn for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Met . Cæsar , thou dost me wrong . Caes . Cæsar did never wrong but with just cause . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my own , " & c . ) 13 Life of Shakespeare ...
... pray , and fawn for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Met . Cæsar , thou dost me wrong . Caes . Cæsar did never wrong but with just cause . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my own , " & c . ) 13 Life of Shakespeare ...
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... pray you do not envy his friends the office of their care and pain , to have collected and pub- lished them ; and so to have published them as where ( before ) you were abused with divers stolen and surreptitious copies , maimed and ...
... pray you do not envy his friends the office of their care and pain , to have collected and pub- lished them ; and so to have published them as where ( before ) you were abused with divers stolen and surreptitious copies , maimed and ...
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... pray thee , give it me . " Mr. W. N. Lettsom has very recently observed to me ; " The first part of each of these two verses is inconsistent with the second part . Should we not read and point ? ' Hast thou the flower there , welcome ...
... pray thee , give it me . " Mr. W. N. Lettsom has very recently observed to me ; " The first part of each of these two verses is inconsistent with the second part . Should we not read and point ? ' Hast thou the flower there , welcome ...
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... prayers . " The old eds . have " her weak praise . " P. 212 . " what news , my love ? " When I mentioned , in a note ... pray , what's the news ? " P. 214 . " to try whose right , Of thine or mine , is most in Helena . " See note ( 19 ) ...
... prayers . " The old eds . have " her weak praise . " P. 212 . " what news , my love ? " When I mentioned , in a note ... pray , what's the news ? " P. 214 . " to try whose right , Of thine or mine , is most in Helena . " See note ( 19 ) ...
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Seite 289 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Seite 56 - The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 42 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Seite lxxvii - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 55 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick.
Seite 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Seite 300 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Seite cxlviii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Seite 32 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 15 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...