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William Shakespeare. " 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 ! " The " Tragedy " of Cymbeline . The editors of the First Folio ...
William Shakespeare. " 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 ! " The " Tragedy " of Cymbeline . The editors of the First Folio ...
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... bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to When ' t pleased you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your ...
... bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to When ' t pleased you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your ...
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... bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it : my ring I hold dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are afraid , and therein the wiser . If you buy ...
... bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it : my ring I hold dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are afraid , and therein the wiser . If you buy ...
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... bring me word she loves my son , I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to ...
... bring me word she loves my son , I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to ...
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... Bringing me here to kill me . Then , madam , Most like , No so , neither : 120 It cannot be But if I were as wise as honest , then My purpose would prove well . But that my master is abused : some villain , Ay , and singular in his art ...
... Bringing me here to kill me . Then , madam , Most like , No so , neither : 120 It cannot be But if I were as wise as honest , then My purpose would prove well . But that my master is abused : some villain , Ay , and singular in his art ...
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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.