Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... look upon his dark eye , his arched brow , and the curls of his fine hair , till she seemed to draw his por- trait on the tablet of her heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the features of that loved ...
... look upon his dark eye , his arched brow , and the curls of his fine hair , till she seemed to draw his por- trait on the tablet of her heart , that heart too capable of retaining the memory of eve- ry line in the features of that loved ...
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... look pale at my words ? " With looks of alarm and confused thoughts , fearing the countess suspected her love , Helena still replied , " Pardon me , madam , you are not my mother ; the count Rossilion cannot be my brother , nor I your ...
... look pale at my words ? " With looks of alarm and confused thoughts , fearing the countess suspected her love , Helena still replied , " Pardon me , madam , you are not my mother ; the count Rossilion cannot be my brother , nor I your ...
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... looks upon his worshipper but knows of him no more . The countess asked He- lena if she had not lately an intent to go to Paris ? Helena owned the design shè had formed in her mind , when she heard Lafeu speak of the king's illness ...
... looks upon his worshipper but knows of him no more . The countess asked He- lena if she had not lately an intent to go to Paris ? Helena owned the design shè had formed in her mind , when she heard Lafeu speak of the king's illness ...
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... look round on this youthful parcel of noble bachelors , and choose her hus- band . Helena was not slow to make her choice , for among these young lords she saw the count Rossilion , and turning to Bertram , she said , " This is the man ...
... look round on this youthful parcel of noble bachelors , and choose her hus- band . Helena was not slow to make her choice , for among these young lords she saw the count Rossilion , and turning to Bertram , she said , " This is the man ...
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... look once more upon her dear husband's face . ' Is he not a handsome man ? ' said the wi- dow . I like him well , ' replied Helena , with great truth . All the way they walked , the talkative widow's discourse was all of Ber- tram ; she ...
... look once more upon her dear husband's face . ' Is he not a handsome man ? ' said the wi- dow . I like him well , ' replied Helena , with great truth . All the way they walked , the talkative widow's discourse was all of Ber- tram ; she ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbess Adriana Ægeon Angelo Antipholis of Syracuse bade beauty begged Bertram brother brought called Cassio Cerimon Cesario Claudio Cleon count Paris countess daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diana Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear feast friar gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Heaven Helena Hellicanus honour husband Iago Illyria Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew lady Laertes Leoline living look lord Capulet lord Timon Lychorida Lysimachus maid Mantua Marina marriage married Mercutio Michael Cassio mind mistress mother Mountague murder Narbon never night noble old lord Olivia Orsino Othello pardon Paris passion Pericles Petruchio poor prince prince of Tyre prison queen replied rich ring Romeo Rossilion Sebastian seemed sent servant ship sister speak strange sweet tell Thaisa Tharsus ther ther's thing thought told Tybalt Tyre Verona Viola weep wife wished words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - 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.
Página 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Página 127 - ... 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Página 84 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Página 127 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 119 - 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.
Página 127 - 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.
Página 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Página 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in 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.