The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... great Built up for his chiefest feat ; The fairest in all Syria ; ( I tell you what mine authors fay :) This king unto him took a pheere , Who died and left a female heir , B So So buxom , blithe , and full of face , PERICLES. ...
... great Built up for his chiefest feat ; The fairest in all Syria ; ( I tell you what mine authors fay :) This king unto him took a pheere , Who died and left a female heir , B So So buxom , blithe , and full of face , PERICLES. ...
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William Shakespeare. So buxom , blithe , and full of face , As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to inceft did provoke : Bad father ! to entice his own To evil , fhould be done by none . By ...
William Shakespeare. So buxom , blithe , and full of face , As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to inceft did provoke : Bad father ! to entice his own To evil , fhould be done by none . By ...
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... face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods that made me man , and fway in love , That have inflam'd ...
... face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods that made me man , and fway in love , That have inflam'd ...
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... face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life . Thou know'ft I have power Hel . [ Kneeling . ] I have ground the axe myself ; but ftrike the blow . you Do Per ...
... face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life . Thou know'ft I have power Hel . [ Kneeling . ] I have ground the axe myself ; but ftrike the blow . you Do Per ...
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William Shakespeare. Bring arms to princes , and to fubjects joys . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ; The reft ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the finful father Seem'd not to ftrike ...
William Shakespeare. Bring arms to princes , and to fubjects joys . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ; The reft ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the finful father Seem'd not to ftrike ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Passagens conhecidas
Página 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Página 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Página 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Página 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Página 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Página 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.