Shakespeare's GardenMethuen & Company, 1903 - 243 páginas |
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... Love's Labour's Lost , V. ii . 904 . ITH April the purple of the violets melts into the yellow of the primrose , the white of our Lady's smock , and the blue of the woodland scilla . If the winds be not chill and the sky palled in gray ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , V. ii . 904 . ITH April the purple of the violets melts into the yellow of the primrose , the white of our Lady's smock , and the blue of the woodland scilla . If the winds be not chill and the sky palled in gray ...
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... " of the passage were a guard of gentlemen with peculiarly sumptuous livery of gold and jewels , which Shakespeare doubtless saw first at Kenilworth . In the meadows where the yellow cowslip best loves to SHAKESPEARE'S GARDEN II.
... " of the passage were a guard of gentlemen with peculiarly sumptuous livery of gold and jewels , which Shakespeare doubtless saw first at Kenilworth . In the meadows where the yellow cowslip best loves to SHAKESPEARE'S GARDEN II.
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James Harvey Bloom. In the meadows where the yellow cowslip best loves to disport its drooping bells , there often grows one of our most delicate of flowers , referred to once only , viz . , in the lines quoted as our chapter heading ...
James Harvey Bloom. In the meadows where the yellow cowslip best loves to disport its drooping bells , there often grows one of our most delicate of flowers , referred to once only , viz . , in the lines quoted as our chapter heading ...
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... weevils that love its shady recesses . * These cups are technically " glans , " a word applied to fruits in which three layers are lignified , like the acorn and nut . MAY On a day - alack the day ! - 2-2 SHAKESPEARE'S GARDEN 19.
... weevils that love its shady recesses . * These cups are technically " glans , " a word applied to fruits in which three layers are lignified , like the acorn and nut . MAY On a day - alack the day ! - 2-2 SHAKESPEARE'S GARDEN 19.
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... Love's Labour's Lost , IV . iii . 1OI . Up , then , I say , both young and old , both man and maid , a - maying ... love and joy , the month when at sunrise on its dawning day Phoebus opens the gate of Spring ! In theory the best of ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , IV . iii . 1OI . Up , then , I say , both young and old , both man and maid , a - maying ... love and joy , the month when at sunrise on its dawning day Phoebus opens the gate of Spring ! In theory the best of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Alexis allied Antony and Cleopatra apple balm beauty berries blood botanists briars briers buds called cedar cheeks cherry colour Coriolanus corn cowslip crab crown cultivated curious Cymbeline daisy decked doth Ellacombe English Europe eyes fairy flowers fruit garden garlands genus Gerard give green Grindon grow hang hath Henry Henry IV Henry VI herb Herball honour King King Lear leaves leek lily Linnæus look Love's Labour's Lost marjoram mentioned Merry Wives Midsummer-Night's Dream month mustard native nettle night once Othello oxlips pale plant pluck poet primrose purple quoted referred Richard II Romeo and Juliet root rose rosemary rushes saffron says scent Shakespeare Shrew sing smell species spring sweet tell Tempest thee There's thistle thorns thou to-day tree Twelfth Night vine violet Warwickshire weeds wild willow wind Winter's Tale withered wood word yellow
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Página 167 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. V. ii.
Página 158 - Art. Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. V. i. 88.
Página 158 - V 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.
Página 159 - Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. The
Página 168 - The cowslips tall her pensioners be: Those be rubies, fairy favours, In their gold coats spots you see ; In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone : Our queen and all her elves come here anon. I.
Página 228 - hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise!
Página 220 - And will he not come again ? And will he not come again ? No, no, he is dead: Go to thy death-bed : He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan : God ha
Página 35 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. As You Like It, II. v.
Página 182 - Via. A blank, my lord. She never told her love. But let concealment, like a worm i 1 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
Página 176 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. This carol they began that hour, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, etc. With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, And therefore take the present time,