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Pagina 11
The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,. That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ?
The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,. That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ?
Pagina 19
... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins ...
... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins ...
Pagina 24
If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , I After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet ...
If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , I After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet ...
Pagina 30
Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak : His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of ...
Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak : His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of ...
Pagina 81
That can fuch sweet use make of what they hate , When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter .
That can fuch sweet use make of what they hate , When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 396 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Pagina 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Uitgever | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 4 jan 2007 |
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