Tempest. Winter's taleGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... poor Collins was at the time suffering under his mental disorder ; and , as regards the particular novel he men- tioned , his memory must have been at fault ; for the story of Aurelio and Isabella has nothing in common with the play ...
... poor Collins was at the time suffering under his mental disorder ; and , as regards the particular novel he men- tioned , his memory must have been at fault ; for the story of Aurelio and Isabella has nothing in common with the play ...
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... Poor souls , they perish'd ! Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 3 It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls 4 within her . Pros . Be collected ; No more ...
... Poor souls , they perish'd ! Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 3 It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls 4 within her . Pros . Be collected ; No more ...
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... poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle 7 with my thoughts . Pros . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : [ Lays down his robe . Lie ...
... poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle 7 with my thoughts . Pros . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : [ Lays down his robe . Lie ...
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... poor man , my library Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable ; confederates - 26 Shakespeare , in a few instances , has revenue with the accent on the first syllable , as in the vulgar pronunciation ...
... poor man , my library Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable ; confederates - 26 Shakespeare , in a few instances , has revenue with the accent on the first syllable , as in the vulgar pronunciation ...
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... poor Milan ! — To most ignoble stooping . Mira . - O the Heavens ! Pros . Mark his condition , and th ' event ; 34 then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly 35 of my grandmother . Pros . Good ...
... poor Milan ! — To most ignoble stooping . Mira . - O the Heavens ! Pros . Mark his condition , and th ' event ; 34 then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly 35 of my grandmother . Pros . Good ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Anto Ariel Autolycus beseech Bohemia brother C. M. Ingleby Caliban called Camillo CLEOMENES Collier's second folio Cymbeline daughter didst doth Duke of Milan Dyce e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferd FLORIZEL fool foot-note give Gonza Gonzalo Hanmer Hark hath hear heart Heavens Herm Hermione honour in't King lady Leon Leontes Lettsom look lord master meaning Milan Mira monster Naples Nature never o'er old text on't original lacks original reads Pandosto passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Poet Poet's Polix Polixenes pr'ythee pray Prince probably Pros Prospero Queen repeatedly SCENE Sebas seems sense Shakespeare shalt Shep shepherd ship Sicilia sleep speak speech spirit Steph Stephano strange swear sweet Sycorax thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thought Trin Trinculo Twelfth Night Walker wife Winter's Tale word
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Página 217 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Página 55 - 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.
Página 32 - Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more...
Página 14 - But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O ! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Página 94 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread, rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar.
Página 218 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Página 45 - 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.
Página 210 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Página 31 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest 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' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 216 - The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.