Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volume 38Georg Westermann, 1865 |
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Pagina 50
... love ! my wife ! 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 ...
... love ! my wife ! 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 ...
Pagina 58
... love , grown bold , Think true love acted , simple modesty . Romeo and Juliet . Pandarus and Petrucio both refer to the watching and waking in training hawks . Petrucio alludes , also , to one of the things to be considered before you ...
... love , grown bold , Think true love acted , simple modesty . Romeo and Juliet . Pandarus and Petrucio both refer to the watching and waking in training hawks . Petrucio alludes , also , to one of the things to be considered before you ...
Pagina 59
... love grown bold think true love acted simple modesty . I know him to be valiant . Orleans . Constable . I was told that , by one that knows him better than you . What's he . Orleans . Constable . Marry , he told me so himself : and he ...
... love grown bold think true love acted simple modesty . I know him to be valiant . Orleans . Constable . I was told that , by one that knows him better than you . What's he . Orleans . Constable . Marry , he told me so himself : and he ...
Pagina 60
... love thee ! how I dote on thee ! ( They sleep . ) Midsummer Nights Dream Act 4 Scene 1 . Ὁπότα κισσὸς δρυὸς , ὅπως τῆσδ ̓ ἕξομαι . 398 . Euripides EKABH . There is also another division of Ireland , in to the English pale , and Irishrie ...
... love thee ! how I dote on thee ! ( They sleep . ) Midsummer Nights Dream Act 4 Scene 1 . Ὁπότα κισσὸς δρυὸς , ὅπως τῆσδ ̓ ἕξομαι . 398 . Euripides EKABH . There is also another division of Ireland , in to the English pale , and Irishrie ...
Pagina 62
... love , And will at last break out into a flame : 1 Henry VI . Act 3 Scene 1 . „ But the coles of inward grief being covered with cold ashes of outward reconciliation , did not long lie covered , but in the end began afresh to shew their ...
... love , And will at last break out into a flame : 1 Henry VI . Act 3 Scene 1 . „ But the coles of inward grief being covered with cold ashes of outward reconciliation , did not long lie covered , but in the end began afresh to shew their ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 427 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Pagina 50 - O my love ! my wife ! 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.
Pagina 63 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Pagina 67 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pagina 422 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Pagina 64 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Pagina 430 - 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.
Pagina 70 - ... jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make...
Pagina 55 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd 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!
Pagina 63 - But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. CADE Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony to drink small beer...