“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Tom 16Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1810 |
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Strona 7
... give ine but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remaio , remain thon here [ Putting on the ring . • While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest CYMBELINE . 7 ་ Post. My Queen! my Mistress! ...
... give ine but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remaio , remain thon here [ Putting on the ring . • While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest CYMBELINE . 7 ་ Post. My Queen! my Mistress! ...
Strona 8
... sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss ; so , in our trifles I still win of you : For my sake , wear this ; It is a mauacle of love ; I'll place it Upon this ...
... sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss ; so , in our trifles I still win of you : For my sake , wear this ; It is a mauacle of love ; I'll place it Upon this ...
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... sense a while : Which first , perchance , she'll prove on cats , and dogs ; Then afterward up higher ; but there is No danger in what show of death it makes , More than the locking up the spirits a time , To be more fresh , reviving ...
... sense a while : Which first , perchance , she'll prove on cats , and dogs ; Then afterward up higher ; but there is No danger in what show of death it makes , More than the locking up the spirits a time , To be more fresh , reviving ...
Strona 34
... sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded . - Cytherea , How bravely thou becom'st thy bed ! fresh lily ! And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! But ...
... sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded . - Cytherea , How bravely thou becom'st thy bed ! fresh lily ! And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! But ...
Strona 55
... sense , ) how far it is To this same blessed Milford : And , by the way , Tell me how Wales was made so happy , as To inherit such a haven : But , first of all , Bow we may steal from hence ; and , for the gap That we should make in ...
... sense , ) how far it is To this same blessed Milford : And , by the way , Tell me how Wales was made so happy , as To inherit such a haven : But , first of all , Bow we may steal from hence ; and , for the gap That we should make in ...
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Strona 130 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Strona 295 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Strona 89 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strona 87 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strona 130 - Or midst the chace on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life could charm no more; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.