The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 1 |
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not where to hide my head : yond same cloud cannot chase but fall by pailfals
What have we here , a man or a fish ! dead or alive ? a fith ; he smells like a filh :
a very ancient and fish like smell . A kind of , not of the ... There would this
monster make a man ; any ftrange beast there makes a man ; when they will not
give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian .
Legg'd like a ...
not where to hide my head : yond same cloud cannot chase but fall by pailfals
What have we here , a man or a fish ! dead or alive ? a fith ; he smells like a filh :
a very ancient and fish like smell . A kind of , not of the ... There would this
monster make a man ; any ftrange beast there makes a man ; when they will not
give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian .
Legg'd like a ...
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Страница 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Страница 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Страница 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Страница xxviii - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Страница 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Страница 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Страница 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Страница 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Страница 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
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| Заглавие | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 1 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Издател | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 3 ян. 2007 |
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