 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 482 páginas
...Her. Belike, for want of rain : which I could well Beteem them 6 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 ; •—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 438 páginas
...Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem9 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 : But, either it was different in blood ; //<•/•-... | |
 | Charlotte Anne Waldie Eaton - 1826 - 302 páginas
...further account ol" him,' and turned the conversation to another subject. CHAPTER LII. A DISCOVERY. 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 ! SHAKSPEARK. Miser, chi mal oprando si confida... | |
 | Edward George E.L. Bulwer- Lytton (1st baron.) - 1827 - 332 páginas
...accidentally opened. How often in after days was that passage recalled as an omen! it was the following:— 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. As she laid the book... | |
 | 1828 - 386 páginas
...it. Lyt. How now, my love ? W hy 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 - 1828 - 378 páginas
...Train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale I 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. AU me! for aught that ever I could' read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1828 - 384 páginas
...Hermia, R. 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.... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1831 - 376 páginas
...DERBY. " To my governor's deputy-governor, and ye rest of my officers in my Isle of Man." CHAPTER XII. 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 celebrated passage... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 páginas
...fast? Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Betton them* from the tempest of mine eves. 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 : II'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 420 páginas
...Her. Belike for want of rain : which I could well • Beteemb 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 : But, either it was different in blood ; Her.... | |
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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. 
