 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 páginas
...Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them6 from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth : But, either it was different in blood ; Her.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 436 páginas
...train* Lys, How now, my love? Why is your cheek 50 pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them* from the tempest of mine eyei. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 452 páginas
...train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her, Belike for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them* from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for anght that ever I could read, Could ever hear hy tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 418 páginas
...Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem4 them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, (The course of true love never did run smooth 0 But, either it was different in Hood ; —... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 páginas
...the pro. per word. To lave, is a term of art in painting, and signifies to embellish, to beautify. B. Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Belt tut them — ] Give them, bestow upon them. The word is used by Spenser.... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 páginas
...lordship, to whose linwisn'd yoke My tool coruents not to give sovereignty. True Love ever crossed. Lys.Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never dia run smooth ; Bnt either it was different in blood, Or else... | |
 | 1836 - 884 páginas
...pensive and pathetic beauty in those lines of Lysander's, which who that has read them can forget ? '. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Bnt either it was different in blood, Or else... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 332 páginas
...train. Lys. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem ' them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 páginas
...train. Lys. How now, my love ? Why is your check so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. .x£w. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | Peter Irving - 1820 - 288 páginas
...character; — which it would not be exactly prudent to hold up as a model for imitation. CHAPTER XVIII. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. ' MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. THE plan of Madame... | |
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Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. 
