The Works of Shakespear: The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of WindsorRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... strange , bountiful fortune ( Now my dear lady ) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and , by my prefcience I find , my Zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious star ; whose Influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes ...
... strange , bountiful fortune ( Now my dear lady ) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and , by my prefcience I find , my Zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious star ; whose Influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes ...
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... strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark , now I hear them , ding - dong , bell . Burthen : ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ; This is no mortal business , nor no found That the earth owns : I ...
... strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark , now I hear them , ding - dong , bell . Burthen : ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ; This is no mortal business , nor no found That the earth owns : I ...
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... strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ? Fran . Sir , he may live . I saw him beat the furges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whose enmity he flung aside , and breafted The furge most swoln that met him ...
... strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ? Fran . Sir , he may live . I saw him beat the furges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whose enmity he flung aside , and breafted The furge most swoln that met him ...
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... strange drowsiness poffefses them ? Ant . It is the quality o'th ' climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids fink ! I find not Myself dispos'd to fleep . Ant . Nor I , my spirits are nimble : 11 .... They fell together all as ...
... strange drowsiness poffefses them ? Ant . It is the quality o'th ' climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids fink ! I find not Myself dispos'd to fleep . Ant . Nor I , my spirits are nimble : 11 .... They fell together all as ...
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... strange one too , which did awake me . I fhak'd you , Sir , and cry'd ; as mine eyes open'd , I faw their weapons drawn : there was a noife , That's verity . ' Tis best we stand on guard : Or that we quit this place : let's draw our ...
... strange one too , which did awake me . I fhak'd you , Sir , and cry'd ; as mine eyes open'd , I faw their weapons drawn : there was a noife , That's verity . ' Tis best we stand on guard : Or that we quit this place : let's draw our ...
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The Works of Shakespear: The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1768 |
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Sida 86 - 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 wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Sida 146 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Sida 109 - The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Sida 134 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :' One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Sida 69 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Sida 64 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Sida 134 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Sida 93 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'da beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable...
Sida 29 - ... the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Sida 36 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.