Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... hast given ber rhymes 30 And interchanged love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love , And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair , rings ...
... hast given ber rhymes 30 And interchanged love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love , And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair , rings ...
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... In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELENA . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Sc . 1.1 7 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELENA . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Sc . 1.1 7 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steppe of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steppe of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
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... hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land Have every pelting + river made so proud That they have overborne their ...
... hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land Have every pelting + river made so proud That they have overborne their ...
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... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 250 I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows , † Quite over - canopied with ...
... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 250 I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows , † Quite over - canopied with ...
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Page 170 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 406 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 74 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.