The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volum 2Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... eyes . The . Rather your eyes must with his judgment look . Her . I do entreat your grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty , In such a presence here , to plead my thoughts ; But ...
... eyes . The . Rather your eyes must with his judgment look . Her . I do entreat your grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty , In such a presence here , to plead my thoughts ; But ...
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... eyes . Lys . Ah me ! For aught that ever I could read , Could ever hear by tale or history , The course of true love ... eye ! Lys . Or , if there were a sympathy in choice , War , death , or sickness did lay siege to it ; Making it ...
... eyes . Lys . Ah me ! For aught that ever I could read , Could ever hear by tale or history , The course of true love ... eye ! Lys . Or , if there were a sympathy in choice , War , death , or sickness did lay siege to it ; Making it ...
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... eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd's car , When wheat is green ... eye your eye , My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody . 1 Shakspeare forgot that Theseus performed his ...
... eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd's car , When wheat is green ... eye your eye , My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody . 1 Shakspeare forgot that Theseus performed his ...
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... eyes , To seek new friends and stranger companies . Farewell , sweet playfellow ; pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander . We must starve our sight From lovers ' food , till morrow deep midnight ...
... eyes , To seek new friends and stranger companies . Farewell , sweet playfellow ; pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander . We must starve our sight From lovers ' food , till morrow deep midnight ...
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... eyes , So I , admiring of his qualities . Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Nor hath ...
... eyes , So I , admiring of his qualities . Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Nor hath ...
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Side 205 - Hath not a, Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Side 18 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Side 239 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Side 271 - 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.
Side 161 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Side 287 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Side 271 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Side 240 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.