The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... had we sail'd , Before the always - wind - obeying deep Gave any tragic instance of our harm : But longer did we not retain much hope ; For what obscurèd light the heavens did grant Did but THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . [ ACT I.
... had we sail'd , Before the always - wind - obeying deep Gave any tragic instance of our harm : But longer did we not retain much hope ; For what obscurèd light the heavens did grant Did but THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . [ ACT I.
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William Shakespeare. For what obscurèd light the heavens did grant Did but convey unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death ; Which though myself would gladly ( 7 ) have embrac'd , Yet the incessant weepings of my wife ...
William Shakespeare. For what obscurèd light the heavens did grant Did but convey unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death ; Which though myself would gladly ( 7 ) have embrac'd , Yet the incessant weepings of my wife ...
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... heaven's eye But hath his bound , in earth , in sea , in sky : The beasts , the fishes , and the wingèd fowls , Are their males ' subjects and at their controls : Men , more divine , the masters of all these , Lords ( 21 ) of the wide ...
... heaven's eye But hath his bound , in earth , in sea , in sky : The beasts , the fishes , and the wingèd fowls , Are their males ' subjects and at their controls : Men , more divine , the masters of all these , Lords ( 21 ) of the wide ...
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... heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad or well - advis'd ? Known unto these , and to myself disguis'd ! I'll say as they say , and perséver so , And in this mist at all adventures go . Dro . S. Master , shall I be porter at the ...
... heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad or well - advis'd ? Known unto these , and to myself disguis'd ! I'll say as they say , and perséver so , And in this mist at all adventures go . Dro . S. Master , shall I be porter at the ...
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... heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee . ( 58 ) Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life : Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife ...
... heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee . ( 58 ) Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life : Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife ...
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Seite 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 236 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Seite 278 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 236 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 354 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Seite 312 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 378 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.