The Youth of Shakspeare, Volumen2Lea and Blanchard, 1840 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 79
Página 6
... manner of coughs , asthmatics , quinsies , cold , hoarseness , and other diseases of the like sort , -so if thou wilt take it steadily it cannot help to be a sovereign remedy for thy asthma . " Ay , mistress , an ' it please you ...
... manner of coughs , asthmatics , quinsies , cold , hoarseness , and other diseases of the like sort , -so if thou wilt take it steadily it cannot help to be a sovereign remedy for thy asthma . " Ay , mistress , an ' it please you ...
Página 12
... manner of his behavior at that moment , was well observed by the justice . " Ha ! ” cried he , " How didst get thyself so dabbled ? -Dost tell that cozening tale to me when thy hands and face bear evidence thou hast murdered our Mabel ...
... manner of his behavior at that moment , was well observed by the justice . " Ha ! ” cried he , " How didst get thyself so dabbled ? -Dost tell that cozening tale to me when thy hands and face bear evidence thou hast murdered our Mabel ...
Página 17
... manner , out of the chamber . " Prithee , Kate , bring us a jug of small ale ! " ex- claimed the man with the indented face , as he threw him- self into a chair , directly his mistress had closed the door . " I'm borrible thirsty after ...
... manner , out of the chamber . " Prithee , Kate , bring us a jug of small ale ! " ex- claimed the man with the indented face , as he threw him- self into a chair , directly his mistress had closed the door . " I'm borrible thirsty after ...
Página 18
... manner , telling her also he could get no answer of any kind from the persons she had left with him . " Why so churlish , I prithee ! " exclaimed Kate as she placed close to the wounded youth a bowl of hot milk spiced with nutmeg and ...
... manner , telling her also he could get no answer of any kind from the persons she had left with him . " Why so churlish , I prithee ! " exclaimed Kate as she placed close to the wounded youth a bowl of hot milk spiced with nutmeg and ...
Página 19
Robert Folkestone Williams. Then turning to the supposed murderer with an increased kindness of manner , assured him that nothing was known concerning of the missing person but what he had him- self told , and pressed him urgently to ...
Robert Folkestone Williams. Then turning to the supposed murderer with an increased kindness of manner , assured him that nothing was known concerning of the missing person but what he had him- self told , and pressed him urgently to ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance admirable Anne Hathaway answered appeared Arthur Gorges astonishment ballad BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty beheld BEN JONSON breathe chamber companion constables countenance creature cried Dame Lucy dost doth earnestness exceeding exquisite eyes fair famous feelings fellow gallant gaze gentle Mabel glance hand happiness hath heard heart Hodge honest honorable infinite inquired John a Combe John Hathaway justice Lady Comfit looked lord lover Maid Marian manner marvel master constable Master Peregrine merry widow Methinks miller's son monstrous nature never noble nought observed passion perchance person play pleasure poor foundling prithee prodigal replied round scarce seemed Sir Marmaduke Sir Philip Sydney Sir Reginald Sir Thomas Sir Valentine smile sort sweet tankard things Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought tion Tom Greene took usurer villain voice whilst William Shakspeare word worship worthy wouldst young knight young poet youthful Shakspeare
Pasajes populares
Página 100 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not...
Página 122 - While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his gifts in vain ; Suns that set may rise again ; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Página 178 - While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe. — She stirs...
Página 58 - A wonder of thine age throughout Bononia ? How did the university applaud Thy government, behaviour, learning, speech, Sweetness, and all that could make up a man ! I was proud of my tutelage, and chose Rather to leave my books than part with thee. I did so ; but the fruits of all my hopes Are lost in thee, as thou art in thyself.
Página 149 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish.
Página 149 - And worn so by you ; how that foolish man, That reads the story of a woman's face And dies believing it, is lost for ever ; How all the good you have is but a shadow, I...
Página 76 - To those above us ; by whose lights I vow, Those blessed fires that shot to see our sin, If thy hot soul had substance with thy blood, I would kill that too ; which, being past my steel, My tongue shall reach. Thou art a shameless villain ! A thing out of the overcharge of nature; Sent, like a thick cloud, to disperse a plague Upon weak catching women ! such a tyrant, That for his lust would sell away his subjects ! Ay, all his Heaven hereafter ! King.
Página 183 - Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves? Alas, my love, ye do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you so long, Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?
Página 29 - Oh, what god, Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease Into the noblest minds ! Madam, this grief You add unto me is no more than drops To seas, for which they are not seen to swell ; My lord hath struck his anger through my heart, And let out all the hope of future joys.
Página 3 - Nor is it aught, if from the censuring world I can but hide it. Reputation, Thou art a word, no more ! — But thou hast shown An impudence so high, that to the world I fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself.