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Helena ; go to , no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel . I do affect a forrow , indeed , but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead ,. exceffive grief the enemy to ...
Helena ; go to , no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel . I do affect a forrow , indeed , but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead ,. exceffive grief the enemy to ...
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His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive ...
His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive ...
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Madam , I was very late more near her than I think the wifh'd me ; alone she was , and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears ; she thought , Í dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe .
Madam , I was very late more near her than I think the wifh'd me ; alone she was , and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears ; she thought , Í dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe .
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... It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none . is fick on't ; I obferve her now .
... It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none . is fick on't ; I obferve her now .
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My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you should tender your fuppofed * aid ...
My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you should tender your fuppofed * aid ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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bear better blood bring brother Changes comes Count court daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never Paul peace Phil poor pray Prince Queen ring SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thanks thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
Populiarios ištraukos
324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
248 psl. - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
324 psl. - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Works, 3 tomas Works, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 gruodžio 2006 |
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