The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumen6 |
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Griefs of my own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have it
prest With more of thine : this love , that thou hast shown , Doth add more grief to
too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais ' d * with the fume of sighs ; Being ...
Griefs of my own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have it
prest With more of thine : this love , that thou hast shown , Doth add more grief to
too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais ' d * with the fume of sighs ; Being ...
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Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule up ? and ,
by my holy - dam , The pretty wretch left crying , and said - Ay : To see now , how
a jest shall come about ! I warrant , an I should live a thousand years ...
Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule up ? and ,
by my holy - dam , The pretty wretch left crying , and said - Ay : To see now , how
a jest shall come about ! I warrant , an I should live a thousand years ...
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Again , in the play before us : “ Thou hast more of the wild - goose in one of thy
wits , than , I am sure , I have in my whole five . " Mercutio is here also the
speaker . In the first quarto the line stands thus : “ Three times in that , ere once in
our right ...
Again , in the play before us : “ Thou hast more of the wild - goose in one of thy
wits , than , I am sure , I have in my whole five . " Mercutio is here also the
speaker . In the first quarto the line stands thus : “ Three times in that , ere once in
our right ...
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Thou know ' st , the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush
bepaint my cheek , For that which thou hast heard me speak to - night . Fain
would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke ; But farewell
complimento !
Thou know ' st , the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush
bepaint my cheek , For that which thou hast heard me speak to - night . Fain
would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke ; But farewell
complimento !
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That ' s my good son : But where hast thou been then ? Rom . I ' ll tell thee , ere
thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , on a
sudden , one hath wounded me , That ' s by me wounded ; both our remedies
Within thy ...
That ' s my good son : But where hast thou been then ? Rom . I ' ll tell thee , ere
thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , on a
sudden , one hath wounded me , That ' s by me wounded ; both our remedies
Within thy ...
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Página 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Página 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Página 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Página 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Página 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Página 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 161 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 56 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Página 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...