The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 3 |
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And at that light shall sad Apollo weep : So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn . Lord . Thou art a Lord , and nothing but a Lord : Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . i Man .
And at that light shall sad Apollo weep : So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn . Lord . Thou art a Lord , and nothing but a Lord : Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . i Man .
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Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long ; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again : I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood . S CE N E VI Enter a Messenger . Melf .
Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long ; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again : I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood . S CE N E VI Enter a Messenger . Melf .
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The fire of love in youthful blood , Like whai is kindled in brush . [ wood , But for a moment burns But when crept into aged veins , Il lowly buruis , and long remains , li glows , and with a fullon ( beat , Like fire in logs ...
The fire of love in youthful blood , Like whai is kindled in brush . [ wood , But for a moment burns But when crept into aged veins , Il lowly buruis , and long remains , li glows , and with a fullon ( beat , Like fire in logs ...
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I know thou can'it ; and therefore , fee thou do it , I am poffess'd with an adulterate blot : My blood is mingled with the crime of lust + : For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being ...
I know thou can'it ; and therefore , fee thou do it , I am poffess'd with an adulterate blot : My blood is mingled with the crime of lust + : For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being ...
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Feft . owl fucked out the breath and WARBURTON . blood of infants in the cradle . Wby pratA sbou to tbyfelf ? On this account , the Italians Dromio , thoth Dromio , snail , called Witches , who were sup- thru flug , thou fot !
Feft . owl fucked out the breath and WARBURTON . blood of infants in the cradle . Wby pratA sbou to tbyfelf ? On this account , the Italians Dromio , thoth Dromio , snail , called Witches , who were sup- thru flug , thou fot !
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Seite 465 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 93 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 457 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 499 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 456 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 361 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 3 The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 28. Dez. 2006 |
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