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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... heart . ¡ Excepted . Her . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Hel . O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill ! 191 Her . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . Hel . O that my prayers could such affection move ...
... heart . ¡ Excepted . Her . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Hel . O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill ! 191 Her . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . Hel . O that my prayers could such affection move ...
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... heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say ' Let him roar again , let him roar again . ' Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that ...
... heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say ' Let him roar again , let him roar again . ' Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that ...
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... heart at rest : The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And Sc . I. ] MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 15.
... heart at rest : The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And Sc . I. ] MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 15.
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William Shakespeare. As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts ; 160 But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft ... heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice ...
William Shakespeare. As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts ; 160 But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft ... heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice ...
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... heart as you . Run when you will , the story shall be changed : Apollo flies , and Daphne holds the chase ; The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger ; bootless speed , When cowardice pursues and valour ...
... heart as you . Run when you will , the story shall be changed : Apollo flies , and Daphne holds the chase ; The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger ; bootless speed , When cowardice pursues and valour ...
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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.