 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 páginas
...and train. .Lys. How now, my love? Whyisyourcheeksopale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Placing tempest of mine eyes. / r/ . Ah me ! for aught that ever I could readt Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1845 - 836 páginas
...chapter of Peveril of the Peak, written twenty-six years after the date of tliia youthful disappointment. 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 ! Midtummer ffight'i Dream. " The celebrated... | |
 | William Coombs Dana - 1845 - 408 páginas
...presentment of the sorrowing lovers, and thought of his lines, so. verified in their experience — " 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." The inscription on the monument is literally... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1845 - 878 páginas
...short retrospect, the circumstances which had led to his present situation. ®5>apter tlje Ctodft!j. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run amooth ! MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. celebrated passage... | |
 | 1846 - 484 páginas
...sweet France! it is all over: I shall never ace you more !'' EMMELINE ; ta, LOVE AND AVARICE. A TALE. ' 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." SKAKSPBARE. MR. MONTIMAR was one of those men... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 474 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 - 1847 - 760 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 I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 páginas
...3. Ay. How now, my lore ? Wby is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do Kid e го fast? Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem* them from the tempest of mino eves. Lye. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could геаЛ, Could ever hear by tale or... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 726 páginas
...Lys. How ПОЛУ, my love ? Why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? s course tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read. Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 páginas
...? Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Btleem them1 from the tempest of mine eyes. Ijp. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, ~« 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. 
