Select Plays; A Midsummer Night's DreamClarendon Press, 1879 - 147 Seiten |
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... compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? But who is here ? Lysander ! on the ground ! Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound . Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . 90 100 Lys . [ Awaking . ] And run through fire I will for thy ...
... compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? But who is here ? Lysander ! on the ground ! Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound . Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . 90 100 Lys . [ Awaking . ] And run through fire I will for thy ...
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... compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . O , how ripe in show Thy lips , those kissing cherries , tempting grow ! That pure congealed white , high Taurus ' snow , Fann'd with the eastern wind , turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy ...
... compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . O , how ripe in show Thy lips , those kissing cherries , tempting grow ! That pure congealed white , high Taurus ' snow , Fann'd with the eastern wind , turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy ...
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... compare Between our statures ; she hath urged her height ; And with her personage , her tall personage , Her height , forsooth , she hath prevail'd with him . And are you grown so high in his esteem , Because I am so dwarfish and so low ...
... compare Between our statures ; she hath urged her height ; And with her personage , her tall personage , Her height , forsooth , she hath prevail'd with him . And are you grown so high in his esteem , Because I am so dwarfish and so low ...
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... a good sense , and not as now as equivalent to something a little less than impudent , saucy . Compare Love's Labour's Lost , v . 2. 272 : This pert Biron was out of countenance quite . ' F Cotgrave ( Fr. Dict . ) has , ' Godinet NOTES. ...
... a good sense , and not as now as equivalent to something a little less than impudent , saucy . Compare Love's Labour's Lost , v . 2. 272 : This pert Biron was out of countenance quite . ' F Cotgrave ( Fr. Dict . ) has , ' Godinet NOTES. ...
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... Compare 2 Henry IV , ii . 4. 132 : I scorn you , scurvy companion . ' Ib . pomp . See below , note on 1. 19 . 19. With pomp , with triumph . A triumph was a public exhibition or show , such as was originally used to celebrate a victory ...
... Compare 2 Henry IV , ii . 4. 132 : I scorn you , scurvy companion . ' Ib . pomp . See below , note on 1. 19 . 19. With pomp , with triumph . A triumph was a public exhibition or show , such as was originally used to celebrate a victory ...
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Seite 14 - No night is now with hymn or carol blest : Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Seite 71 - That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Seite 3 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Seite 63 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Seite 71 - And strait conjunction with this sex ; for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse ; or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame : Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Seite 8 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Seite 69 - And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
Seite 14 - Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension; We are their parents and original.
Seite 28 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Seite 136 - And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I...