Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's [sic] lostJ. Nichols and Son; F., C. and J. Rivington; J. Stockdale; W. Lowndes; G. Wilkie and J. Robinson; T. Egerton; J. Walker; W. Clarke and Son; J. Barker; J. Cuthell; R. Lea; Lackington and Company; J. Deighton; J. White and Company; B. Crosby and Company; W. Earle; J. Gray and Son; Longman and Company; Cadell and Davies; J. Harding; R.H. Evans; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Mawman; Black and Company; J. Richardson; J. Booth; Newman and Company; R. Pheney; R. Scholey; J. Asperne; J. Faulder; R. Baldwin; Cradock and Joy; J. Mackinlay; J. Johnson and Company; Gale and Curtis; G. Robinson, 1811 |
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... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House , Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House , Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
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... thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
... thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
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... thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
... thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
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... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! -Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! -Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
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... thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks : Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But , were my worth , as is my conscience , firm , You should find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go see the reliques of this ...
... thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks : Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But , were my worth , as is my conscience , firm , You should find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go see the reliques of this ...
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Страница 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Страница 39 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Страница 367 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Страница 324 - 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 129 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.7 Ang.
Страница 491 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Страница 370 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Страница 318 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Страница 491 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Страница 449 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.