The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 - 1075 páginas |
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... thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . 30 Look how thy servants do attend on thee , Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays , And twenty caged nightingales do sing ...
... thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . 30 Look how thy servants do attend on thee , Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays , And twenty caged nightingales do sing ...
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... thought it good you hear a play 130 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . Sly . Marry , I will , let them play it . Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling - trick ? 135 ...
... thought it good you hear a play 130 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . Sly . Marry , I will , let them play it . Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling - trick ? 135 ...
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... thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness : And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ...
... thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness : And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ...
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... thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands : Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd 175 That till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up ...
... thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands : Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd 175 That till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up ...
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... thoughts can guess . Gre . Youngling , thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra . Greybeard , thy love doth freeze . Gre . Skipper , stand back : ' tis age that nourisheth . 315 320 325 But thine doth fry . 330 Tra . But youth in ladies ...
... thoughts can guess . Gre . Youngling , thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra . Greybeard , thy love doth freeze . Gre . Skipper , stand back : ' tis age that nourisheth . 315 320 325 But thine doth fry . 330 Tra . But youth in ladies ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 377 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take 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!
Página 376 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 112 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 250 - ... be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Página 180 - 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.
Página 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.