Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 psl. |
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... Rosalind for the injustice of her own father in depos- ing the father of Rosalind ; and whenever the thoughts of her father's banishment , and her own dependence on the false usurper , made Rosalind melancholy , Celia's whole care was ...
... Rosalind for the injustice of her own father in depos- ing the father of Rosalind ; and whenever the thoughts of her father's banishment , and her own dependence on the false usurper , made Rosalind melancholy , Celia's whole care was ...
111 psl.
... Rosalind , he said , " How now , daughter and niece , are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? You will take little delight in it , there is such odds in the men : in pity to this young man , I would wish to persuade him from ...
... Rosalind , he said , " How now , daughter and niece , are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? You will take little delight in it , there is such odds in the men : in pity to this young man , I would wish to persuade him from ...
112 psl.
... Rosalind was delighted to hear that her new favourite was the son of her father's old friend ; and she said to Celia ... Rosalind's talk being still of Orlando , Celia began to perceive her cousin had fallen in love with the handsome ...
... Rosalind was delighted to hear that her new favourite was the son of her father's old friend ; and she said to Celia ... Rosalind's talk being still of Orlando , Celia began to perceive her cousin had fallen in love with the handsome ...
113 psl.
... Rosalind were talking of Or- lando , Frederick entered the room , and with looks full of anger ordered Rosalind instantly to leave the palace , and follow her father into banishment ; telling Celia , who in vain pleaded for her , that ...
... Rosalind were talking of Or- lando , Frederick entered the room , and with looks full of anger ordered Rosalind instantly to leave the palace , and follow her father into banishment ; telling Celia , who in vain pleaded for her , that ...
114 psl.
... Rosalind ( or Ganymede as she must now be called ) with her manly garb seemed to have put on a manly courage . The faithful friendship Celia had shown in accompanying Rosalind so many weary miles , made the new brother , in recompense ...
... Rosalind ( or Ganymede as she must now be called ) with her manly garb seemed to have put on a manly courage . The faithful friendship Celia had shown in accompanying Rosalind so many weary miles , made the new brother , in recompense ...
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336 psl. - 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.
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126 psl. - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
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