King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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E. Nesbit. THE. VAIN. SPELL. The house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white, The fields are alight with dew; “Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night? I have waited the whole night through, For I knew, O Heart of my heart, I knew by my ...
E. Nesbit. THE. VAIN. SPELL. The house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white, The fields are alight with dew; “Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night? I have waited the whole night through, For I knew, O Heart of my heart, I knew by my ...
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... of the two of them. “My dear Moira.” She flinched at the sympathy in his tone, pulling her hand away as he tried to take it in his own. “How can someone so wonderful think so little ofherselfas you do?” She smiled sardonically. “It is ...
... of the two of them. “My dear Moira.” She flinched at the sympathy in his tone, pulling her hand away as he tried to take it in his own. “How can someone so wonderful think so little ofherselfas you do?” She smiled sardonically. “It is ...
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From All the Books and New Ones to be Made the Best : Selections from Over One Hundred of Our Best Hymn Writers Elisha Albright Hoffman. No. 34. Shall I be Saved To - night ? " Look unto me , and be ye saved . " - Isaiah xlv . 22 . FANNY ...
From All the Books and New Ones to be Made the Best : Selections from Over One Hundred of Our Best Hymn Writers Elisha Albright Hoffman. No. 34. Shall I be Saved To - night ? " Look unto me , and be ye saved . " - Isaiah xlv . 22 . FANNY ...
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... on Brooklyn Heights , was stopping over night at a Pennsylvania farm - house . In the morning the Doctor sat at the breakfast table alone , for the good housewife felt that was the best way to honor him . And when the buckwheat cakes were ...
... on Brooklyn Heights , was stopping over night at a Pennsylvania farm - house . In the morning the Doctor sat at the breakfast table alone , for the good housewife felt that was the best way to honor him . And when the buckwheat cakes were ...
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... to Monte Carlo, Monaco and spend two nights at the Hotel Hermitage, overlooking the Mediterranean. Optional excursion to the ancient walled city of Eze. In Monte Carlo, you'll embark on your four-night cruise aboard the luxurious SEA ...
... to Monte Carlo, Monaco and spend two nights at the Hotel Hermitage, overlooking the Mediterranean. Optional excursion to the ancient walled city of Eze. In Monte Carlo, you'll embark on your four-night cruise aboard the luxurious SEA ...
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Pagina 308 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Pagina 314 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pagina 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Pagina 20 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Pagina 115 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Pagina 278 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pagina 335 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pagina 24 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Pagina 316 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.
Pagina 173 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.