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... Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property , To take from thence all error with his might , And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight . When they next wake , all this derision Shall seem a ...
... Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property , To take from thence all error with his might , And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight . When they next wake , all this derision Shall seem a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice answer arms asked beautiful began begin better bright child comes course cried dance dear Demetrius don't dream Enter eyes face fair fairy fall fear fell felt flower follow gentle give hair hands happened hast hath head hear heard heart Hermia hill hold hope horse Humpty Dumpty Hyldreda It's keep King Kong lady laughed leave light Lion live looked lord Lysander mean minute moon mother never night once passed play poor Puck Pyramus Red Queen remarked round seemed seen side sight sitting sleep smile speak stand stood story sure sweet talk tell thee there's things Thisbe thou thought tone took tree turned Tweedledum Unicorn voice walking wall watched White White Queen wings wish wonder wood young
Pasajes populares
Página 213 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Página 113 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say ' Behold !
Página 161 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend : If you pardon, we will mend.
Página 143 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : [these ? Judge, when you hear.
Página 122 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
Página 148 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 148 - 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 : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen...
Página 172 - To Rat-land home his commentary ; Which was, " At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe : And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks ; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by...
Página 142 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Fairyland and fancy Volumen 6 de Classic Library of Famous Literature: Containing Complete Selections from the World's Best Authors with Prefatory Biographical and Synoptical Notes, Frederick Brigham De Berard |
| Editor | Frederick Brigham De Berard |
| Editor | Bodleian Society, 1902 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 30 May 2007 |
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