The Poems of Shakespeare, Volume 37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 288 pages |
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... daughter of Robert Arden , of Wilmecote , her portion being a small estate in land called Asbies , and the sum of ... daughters . Rob . Arden de Bromwich , was in the list of Warwick- shire gentry , returned by the commissioners in 1433 ...
... daughter of Robert Arden , of Wilmecote , her portion being a small estate in land called Asbies , and the sum of ... daughters . Rob . Arden de Bromwich , was in the list of Warwick- shire gentry , returned by the commissioners in 1433 ...
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... daughters , born in the fol- lowing order , were the offspring of this pair : Joan , Margaret , William , Gilbert , another Joan , Anne , Richard , and Edmund . The elder Joan , " 6 " At the hall , holden on the 6th day of September ...
... daughters , born in the fol- lowing order , were the offspring of this pair : Joan , Margaret , William , Gilbert , another Joan , Anne , Richard , and Edmund . The elder Joan , " 6 " At the hall , holden on the 6th day of September ...
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... Pebworth , Dancing Marston , Haunted Hilborough , and Hungry Grafton , With Dadging Exhall , Papist Wixford , Beggarly Broom , and Drunken Bidford . " he married 18 Anne Hathaway , the daughter of a X MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
... Pebworth , Dancing Marston , Haunted Hilborough , and Hungry Grafton , With Dadging Exhall , Papist Wixford , Beggarly Broom , and Drunken Bidford . " he married 18 Anne Hathaway , the daughter of a X MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
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William Shakespeare. he married 18 Anne Hathaway , the daughter of a substantial yeoman in the neighbourhood of Strat- ford . 19 There was considerable disproportion in their ages , for the lady was in her twenty - sixth year ; but Oldys ...
William Shakespeare. he married 18 Anne Hathaway , the daughter of a substantial yeoman in the neighbourhood of Strat- ford . 19 There was considerable disproportion in their ages , for the lady was in her twenty - sixth year ; but Oldys ...
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... daughter , who was called Susanna ; 22 and , about eighteen months afterwards , she was delivered of twins , a son and daughter , baptized 23 by the names of Hamnet and Judith . It does not appear that she again became a mother . We are ...
... daughter , who was called Susanna ; 22 and , about eighteen months afterwards , she was delivered of twins , a son and daughter , baptized 23 by the names of Hamnet and Judith . It does not appear that she again became a mother . We are ...
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Page 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 174 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Page 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Page 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 276 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 39 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
Page 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 202 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...