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... night from the Cowrte . haste . the Lorde be with yow & wth us all . amen . From the Bell in Carter Lane the 25 october 1598 . " To my Loveing good frend & contryman , Mr. Wm . Shackesp'e thees . " clxxxii . ] — Yours in all kyndenes ...
... night from the Cowrte . haste . the Lorde be with yow & wth us all . amen . From the Bell in Carter Lane the 25 october 1598 . " To my Loveing good frend & contryman , Mr. Wm . Shackesp'e thees . " clxxxii . ] — Yours in all kyndenes ...
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... Night Dreame , he happened to take at Crendon , in Bucks , ( I think it was Midsummer night that he happened to be there , ) which is the road from London to Stratford ; and there was living that constable , about 1642 , when I came ...
... Night Dreame , he happened to take at Crendon , in Bucks , ( I think it was Midsummer night that he happened to be there , ) which is the road from London to Stratford ; and there was living that constable , about 1642 , when I came ...
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... Night's Dream ; and it forms a striking contrast to the gross and vulgar flattery with which other contemporary dramatists endeavoured to soothe her ear : " That very time I saw ( but thou could'st not ) Flying between the cold moon and ...
... Night's Dream ; and it forms a striking contrast to the gross and vulgar flattery with which other contemporary dramatists endeavoured to soothe her ear : " That very time I saw ( but thou could'st not ) Flying between the cold moon and ...
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... Night . Pictorial Shakspere . 86 The inscription on her tomb , preserved by Dugdale , was this : 66 Witty above her sexe , but that's not all , Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall , Something of Shakespeare was in that , but this ...
... Night . Pictorial Shakspere . 86 The inscription on her tomb , preserved by Dugdale , was this : 66 Witty above her sexe , but that's not all , Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall , Something of Shakespeare was in that , but this ...
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... night unto hir , by the name of Rich . the 3. Shake- speare , overhearing their conclusion , went before , was enter- tained , and at his game ere Burbidge came . Then , message being brought that Rich . the 3 was at the dore ...
... night unto hir , by the name of Rich . the 3. Shake- speare , overhearing their conclusion , went before , was enter- tained , and at his game ere Burbidge came . Then , message being brought that Rich . the 3 was at the dore ...
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Сторінка 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Сторінка 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Сторінка 273 - 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...
Сторінка 226 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 275 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Сторінка 47 - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
Сторінка 160 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 274 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Сторінка 222 - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...