A Midsummer Night's DreamAllyn and Bacon, 1922 - 219 páginas |
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... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And , so sepúlchred , in such pomp dost lie That ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And , so sepúlchred , in such pomp dost lie That ...
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... heart ; Turn'd her obedience , which is due to me , To stubborn harshness . And , my gracious duke , Be it so she will not here before your Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens , As she is mine ...
... heart ; Turn'd her obedience , which is due to me , To stubborn harshness . And , my gracious duke , Be it so she will not here before your Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens , As she is mine ...
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... heart . 190 Hermia . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Helena . O ! that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill . Hermia . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . 195 Helena . O ! that my prayers could such affection ...
... heart . 190 Hermia . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Helena . O ! that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill . Hermia . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . 195 Helena . O ! that my prayers could such affection ...
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... heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , ' Let him roar again , let him roar again . ' 67 Quince . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ...
... heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , ' Let him roar again , let him roar again . ' 67 Quince . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ...
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... heart at rest ; The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands , Marking ...
... heart at rest ; The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands , Marking ...
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Página 136 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 62 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; •• Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
Página 139 - His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Página 4 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Página 54 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Página 149 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Página 6 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 167 - tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings; Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass : for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history ; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
Página 17 - Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Página 17 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd ; a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.