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Page 424
... Thou , thou , Lysander ; thou hast given her rhymes And interchang'd 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 ...
... Thou , thou , Lysander ; thou hast given her rhymes And interchang'd 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 ...
Page 433
... thou thus for shame , Titania , Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna , whom he ravished ? And make him with fair Ægle break his ...
... thou thus for shame , Titania , Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna , whom he ravished ? And make him with fair Ægle break his ...
Page 435
... thou shalt not from this Till I torment thee for this injury . My gentle Puck , come hither . Thou rememb'rest Since once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That ...
... thou shalt not from this Till I torment thee for this injury . My gentle Puck , come hither . Thou rememb'rest Since once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That ...
Page 437
... Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and ...
... Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and ...
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... thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and languish for his sake : Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , Pard or boar with bristled hair , In thy eye that shall appear 1 roundel = round , catch for four voices ...
... thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and languish for his sake : Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , Pard or boar with bristled hair , In thy eye that shall appear 1 roundel = round , catch for four voices ...
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Page 426 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 451 - 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 556 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 506 - ... if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 852 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 568 - Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends...
Page 533 - 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 464 - Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of? The. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. 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...
Page 768 - 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...
Page 511 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn ; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.