Tales from Shakspeare, by C. [and M.] Lamb. by C. and M. Lamb1882 |
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... lover , and one that lost his sleep for love , and fled society to be alone , thinking on Rosaline , who disdained him , and never requited his love with the least show of courtesy or affection ; and Benvolio wished to cure his friend ...
... lover , and one that lost his sleep for love , and fled society to be alone , thinking on Rosaline , who disdained him , and never requited his love with the least show of courtesy or affection ; and Benvolio wished to cure his friend ...
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... lover by name ( whom she supposed absent ) : " O Romeo , Romeo ! " said she , wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name , for my sake ; or if thou wilt not , be but my sworn love , and I no longer will be a Capu ...
... lover by name ( whom she supposed absent ) : " O Romeo , Romeo ! " said she , wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name , for my sake ; or if thou wilt not , be but my sworn love , and I no longer will be a Capu ...
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... lover at a distance , as the custom of dis- creet ladies is , to frown and be perverse , and give their suitors harsh denials at first ; to stand off , and affect a coyness or indifference , where they most love , that their lovers may ...
... lover at a distance , as the custom of dis- creet ladies is , to frown and be perverse , and give their suitors harsh denials at first ; to stand off , and affect a coyness or indifference , where they most love , that their lovers may ...
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... lovers is the sound of each other's tongues at night . But at last they parted , wishing mutually sweet sleep and rest for that night . The day was breaking when they parted , and Ro- meo , who was too full of thoughts of his mistress ...
... lovers is the sound of each other's tongues at night . But at last they parted , wishing mutually sweet sleep and rest for that night . The day was breaking when they parted , and Ro- meo , who was too full of thoughts of his mistress ...
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... lovers took in each other's society , were sadly allayed with the prospect of parting , and the fatal adventures of the past day . The unwelcome daybreak seemed to come too soon , and when Juliet heard the morning song of the lark , she ...
... lovers took in each other's society , were sadly allayed with the prospect of parting , and the fatal adventures of the past day . The unwelcome daybreak seemed to come too soon , and when Juliet heard the morning song of the lark , she ...
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Angelo Anthonio Antigonus Antipholus Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Benedick Bertram brother brought called Camillo Capulet Cassio Cesario child Claudio countess court Cymbeline daugh daughter dead dear death Diana Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear Florizel friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman grief Hamlet hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione honor husband Iachimo Iago Imogen Isabel jewels Julia Juliet Katherine king king's knew lady Laertes Lear Leonato Leontes letter lived look lord Lord Capulet lover Lychorida Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina marriage married mistress mother never night noble Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petruchio Pisanio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus prince Prince of Tyre prison Prospero Protheus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind saying seemed servant Shakespeare shepherd Shylock Silvia sister sorrow speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa Tharsus thought Timon told Tybalt Tyre Valentine Verona Viola wicked wife wished words young
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Сторінка 158 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Сторінка 101 - I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 205 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Сторінка 260 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Сторінка 222 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Сторінка 256 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Сторінка 89 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Сторінка 96 - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
Сторінка 37 - Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bo-peep, And go the fools among.
Сторінка 291 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.