Tragedy of Romeo and JulietHarper, 1881 - 222 páginas |
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... face on which she knows her lover is gazing enraptured , and wrinkles her forehead in the triumph of its smoothness ! Wit ever wakeful , fancy busy and procreative as an insect , courage , an easy mind that , without cares of its own ...
... face on which she knows her lover is gazing enraptured , and wrinkles her forehead in the triumph of its smoothness ! Wit ever wakeful , fancy busy and procreative as an insect , courage , an easy mind that , without cares of its own ...
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... face with some that I shall show , And I will make thee think thy swan a crow . -1 house of Rest you Romeo . When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood , then turn tears to fires ; And these , who often drown'd could ...
... face with some that I shall show , And I will make thee think thy swan a crow . -1 house of Rest you Romeo . When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood , then turn tears to fires ; And these , who often drown'd could ...
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... This night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every married lineament 60 1 a And see how one another lends content , 50 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... This night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every married lineament 60 1 a And see how one another lends content , 50 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... face to the dew - dropping South . 80 90 100 Benvolio . This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves ; Supper is done , and we shall come too late . Romeo . I fear , too early ; for my mind misgives Some consequence , yet hanging in ...
... face to the dew - dropping South . 80 90 100 Benvolio . This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves ; Supper is done , and we shall come too late . Romeo . I fear , too early ; for my mind misgives Some consequence , yet hanging in ...
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... face , To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ? Now , by the stock and honour of my kin , To strike him dead I hold it not a sin . Capulet . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tybalt . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ...
... face , To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ? Now , by the stock and honour of my kin , To strike him dead I hold it not a sin . Capulet . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tybalt . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ...
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Términos y frases comunes
1st folio 1st quarto 2d quarto 5th quartos art thou Balthasar banished beauty Benvolio Brooke's poem Capulet family cites Clarke Coll Cotgrave Cymb Daniel dead dear death Delius dost doth early eds earth edition Enter ROMEO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father Friar Laurence give gleek gone grave grief hand hath heart heaven hence honourable hour Lady Capulet later folios Lear light lips lives look lord lovers Macb Madam Mantua married means Mercutio Montague murther Musician Nares night Nurse Paris passion Peter play prince reading Rich Romeo and Juliet Rosaline Sampson says SCENE Schmidt Servant Shakespeare Shakspere Society Sonn sorrow soul speak Steevens quotes sweet tears tell Temp thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt Thursday to-morrow to-night tomb Tybalt Ulrici Verona vex'd word young
Pasajes populares
Página 67 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 115 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, — what with loathsome smells; And shrieks like mandrakes...
Página 64 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 64 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Página 53 - Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces, of the smallest spider's web, The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Página 64 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man.
Página 66 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Página 129 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 63 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Página 180 - In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience and their state of good. O may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To His celestial consort us unite, To live with Him and sing in endless morn of light.