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... in which the loves of Florizel and Perdita are developed ? It is indeed a
pastoral of the golden age , and Perdita ' no Shepherdess , but Flora , Peering in
April's front , ' VOL . IV . B and breathing flowers , in the spring - tide of Winter's
Tale. ...
... in which the loves of Florizel and Perdita are developed ? It is indeed a
pastoral of the golden age , and Perdita ' no Shepherdess , but Flora , Peering in
April's front , ' VOL . IV . B and breathing flowers , in the spring - tide of Winter's
Tale. ...
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... and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets , dim , But sweeter than the
lids of Juno's eyes 15 , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , 14 See Ovid's
Metam . b . v.ut summa vestem laxavit ab ora Collecti flores tunicis cecidere
remissis .
... and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets , dim , But sweeter than the
lids of Juno's eyes 15 , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , 14 See Ovid's
Metam . b . v.ut summa vestem laxavit ab ora Collecti flores tunicis cecidere
remissis .
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It is not so ; thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale
again : It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' tis so : I trust , I may not trust thee ; for thy
word Is but the yain breath of a common man ; Believe me , I do not believe thee
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It is not so ; thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale
again : It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' tis so : I trust , I may not trust thee ; for thy
word Is but the yain breath of a common man ; Believe me , I do not believe thee
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Well could I bear that England had this praise , So we could find some pattern of
our shame . Enter CONSTANCE . Look , who comes here ! a grave unto a soul ;
Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath * : I
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Well could I bear that England had this praise , So we could find some pattern of
our shame . Enter CONSTANCE . Look , who comes here ! a grave unto a soul ;
Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath * : I
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Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity ,
And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows ;
And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath
with ...
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity ,
And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows ;
And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath
with ...
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Página 328 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 242 - The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still.
Página 436 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 398 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er 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 ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Página 230 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Página 77 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 273 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time ; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 236 - d yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John Volumen4 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Thomas Stothard |
| Editor | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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