 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1894 - 328 páginas
...with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But either it was different in blood ; Or, if... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1895 - 460 páginas
...? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. But, either it was different in blood — Her.... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1895 - 262 páginas
...opened. How often in after days was that passage recalled as an omen ! It was the following : — Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history — The course of true love never did run smooth. Midsummer Night's Dream. As she laid the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Norman Hudson - 1896 - 184 páginas
...Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem 14 them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth ; But,oithu it IUL Lliffuuiil in lil 1, Her.... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1897 - 406 páginas
...opened. How often in after days was that passage recalled as an omen! It was the following : — " Ah me I for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, — The course of true love never did run smooth 1 " * As she laid the book gently down she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1897 - 328 páginas
...Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ay me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth ; But, either it was different in blood, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1897 - 532 páginas
...Belikeb for want of rain, — which I could well Beteem0 them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me!d for aught that ever I could read, Could ever ' hear by tale or history, The course of ' true love never did run 'smooth : But, either it was different in blood ;c... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 páginas
...the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. THE SORROWS OF TRUE LOVE. AH me ! For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. THE poet's eye, in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1897 - 184 páginas
...other places, business is a trisyllabic. Beteem H them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth ; But, either it was different in blood, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1897 - 450 páginas
...Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ay me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, Her.... | |
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Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. 
