The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Bind 1Little, Brown, 1871 |
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... Sorrow ” : — thee down , " & c . 66 << Read , " Sit for she had a green wit i . e . , a green withe , th having been pronounced as t , and a punning allusion ( hitherto unnoticed because of the ignorance of the pro- nunciation of th ) ...
... Sorrow ” : — thee down , " & c . 66 << Read , " Sit for she had a green wit i . e . , a green withe , th having been pronounced as t , and a punning allusion ( hitherto unnoticed because of the ignorance of the pro- nunciation of th ) ...
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... sorrow and the shame which there were born to William Shakespeare sor- row and shame which not all the varied successes of his after - life could heal and obliterate , and his sufferings from which find frequent expression both in his ...
... sorrow and the shame which there were born to William Shakespeare sor- row and shame which not all the varied successes of his after - life could heal and obliterate , and his sufferings from which find frequent expression both in his ...
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... sorrow than I have woe . Father , father , you go right still ; I pray now , father , speak unto me . Abrá . My good child , what is thy will ? Tell me thy heart , I pray to thee . Father , fire and wood here is plenty ; Isa . But I can ...
... sorrow than I have woe . Father , father , you go right still ; I pray now , father , speak unto me . Abrá . My good child , what is thy will ? Tell me thy heart , I pray to thee . Father , fire and wood here is plenty ; Isa . But I can ...
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... sorrow ; Thy element's below , " the critics of the last century , walking through the clipped verdure and formal alleys of the Garden of Elo- quence , point out , with dignified complacency , that " here is a most remarkable ...
... sorrow ; Thy element's below , " the critics of the last century , walking through the clipped verdure and formal alleys of the Garden of Elo- quence , point out , with dignified complacency , that " here is a most remarkable ...
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... sorrow : “ Now bind my brows with iron , and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland . Let heaven kiss earth : now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd ; let ...
... sorrow : “ Now bind my brows with iron , and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland . Let heaven kiss earth : now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd ; let ...
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Side 186 - And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Side 180 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest...
Side ccii - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Side 169 - O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.
Side 217 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having...
Side 162 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Side xciii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Side 218 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Side lxii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Side ccxxii - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.