The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 12 |
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as do lusty young men feels parell's April on the heel ling stars that make dark
even light : ening is dark , and without stars , these earthly place , and light it up .
So again , in this play : ity hangs upon the cheek of night , ch jewel in an Ethiop's
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as do lusty young men feels parell's April on the heel ling stars that make dark
even light : ening is dark , and without stars , these earthly place , and light it up .
So again , in this play : ity hangs upon the cheek of night , ch jewel in an Ethiop's
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Such comfort , as do lusty young men feels When well - upparell's April on the
heel . Earth - treading stars that make dark even light : i . e . When the evening is
dark , and without stars , these earthly stars supply their place , and light it up .
Such comfort , as do lusty young men feels When well - upparell's April on the
heel . Earth - treading stars that make dark even light : i . e . When the evening is
dark , and without stars , these earthly stars supply their place , and light it up .
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It is no less singular that in a subsequent act of this very play the old copies
should , in two places , read “ young trees ” and “ young tree , " instead of yew -
trees , and vew - tree . Ritson . The following passages from Chaucer's Romaunt
of the ...
It is no less singular that in a subsequent act of this very play the old copies
should , in two places , read “ young trees ” and “ young tree , " instead of yew -
trees , and vew - tree . Ritson . The following passages from Chaucer's Romaunt
of the ...
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Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nick - name for her purblind son
and heir , Young Adam Cupid , 1 he that shot so trim , When king Cophetua lov'd
the beggar - maid.2tbe Wife of the late Usurper , truly described and represented
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Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nick - name for her purblind son
and heir , Young Adam Cupid , 1 he that shot so trim , When king Cophetua lov'd
the beggar - maid.2tbe Wife of the late Usurper , truly described and represented
...
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Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as 1 , Juliet
thy love , An hour but married , Tybalt murdered , Doting like me , and like me
banished , Then might'st thou speak , then might'st thou tear thy hair , And fall
upon ...
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as 1 , Juliet
thy love , An hour but married , Tybalt murdered , Doting like me , and like me
banished , Then might'st thou speak , then might'st thou tear thy hair , And fall
upon ...
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Страница 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Страница 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Страница 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Страница 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Страница 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Страница 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Страница 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Страница 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Страница 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...