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... Queen , her step- mother , and the disagreeable attentions of the Queen's son , Cloten . While traversing the mountainous country of Wales , Imogen by chance pauses faint and hungry before a cave wherein dwells Belarius , a banished ...
... Queen , her step- mother , and the disagreeable attentions of the Queen's son , Cloten . While traversing the mountainous country of Wales , Imogen by chance pauses faint and hungry before a cave wherein dwells Belarius , a banished ...
Sida 10
... Queen , swallows it under the belief that it is a soothing cordial , and immediately falls into a deep sleep resembling death . The heart - broken princes lay her body beside that of Cloten . Shortly after she awakes from her stupor and ...
... Queen , swallows it under the belief that it is a soothing cordial , and immediately falls into a deep sleep resembling death . The heart - broken princes lay her body beside that of Cloten . Shortly after she awakes from her stupor and ...
Sida 16
... queen is a wily murderess ; and between them stands her son , Cloten , one of Shakespeare's most original figures , a true creation of genius , without a rival in all the Poet's long gallery of fools and dullards . His stupid ...
... queen is a wily murderess ; and between them stands her son , Cloten , one of Shakespeare's most original figures , a true creation of genius , without a rival in all the Poet's long gallery of fools and dullards . His stupid ...
Sida 17
William Shakespeare. VI . The Royal Pair . The Queen - whose guilty machinations threaten to be the ruin of Posthumus , who holds the reins of gov- ernment in her own hands , and has the intention of directing the fortunes of all , in ...
William Shakespeare. VI . The Royal Pair . The Queen - whose guilty machinations threaten to be the ruin of Posthumus , who holds the reins of gov- ernment in her own hands , and has the intention of directing the fortunes of all , in ...
Sida 19
... queen and their children transport us into manifest faerie . The evil stepmother , with her malign beauty , culling the poison - flowers " while yet the dew's on the ground , " is a witch manquée , a Medea not quite perfect in her part ...
... queen and their children transport us into manifest faerie . The evil stepmother , with her malign beauty , culling the poison - flowers " while yet the dew's on the ground , " is a witch manquée , a Medea not quite perfect in her part ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Arviragus Belarius beseech Britain Briton brother Cæsar Caph Caphis cave character Cloten Collier conj Coriolanus Cymbeline dead death dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false false friends father fear Flav Flavius Folios fool fortunes friends give gods gold Guiderius Hanmer hast hath hear heart heavens honest honour Iach Iachimo Imogen jewel Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus live look Lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus madam master mistress nature ne'er never noble Pain Phrynia Pisanio pity play Poet Post Posthumus pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter Roman Scene Senators Serv servant Servilius Shakespeare slave speak Steevens steward story sword thee Theobald there's thine thing thou art thou wert thyself Timon of Athens true villain Walker conj Warburton William Shakespeare words worthy ΙΟ
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Sida 4 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Sida 187 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew. The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid: With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where...
Sida 93 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief: The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Sida 187 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Sida 33 - To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. ь Enter a Lady. Lady. The queen, madam, Desires your highness
Sida 138 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Sida 109 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Sida 179 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sida 79 - Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Sida 56 - Hark, 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 every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.