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Page vii
... hath beene sundry times publickely acted , by the Right honourable , the Lord Chamberlaine his servants . Written by William Shake- speare . Imprinted at London , for Thomas Fisher , and are to be soulde at his shoppe , at the Signe of ...
... hath beene sundry times publickely acted , by the Right honourable , the Lord Chamberlaine his servants . Written by William Shake- speare . Imprinted at London , for Thomas Fisher , and are to be soulde at his shoppe , at the Signe of ...
Page xiv
... hath been often publikely Acted by some of his Majesties Comedians , and lately , privately , presented , by several Apprentices for their harmless recreation , with Great Applause . " The play had also by this time obtained a hold in ...
... hath been often publikely Acted by some of his Majesties Comedians , and lately , privately , presented , by several Apprentices for their harmless recreation , with Great Applause . " The play had also by this time obtained a hold in ...
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... hath my consent to marry her . Stand forth , Lysander : and , my gracious Duke , This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child . Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child . Thou ...
... hath my consent to marry her . Stand forth , Lysander : and , my gracious Duke , This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child . Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child . Thou ...
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... hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render him . And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well deriv'd as he , 90 55 95 As well possess'd ; my love is more than his ; 100 ...
... hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render him . And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well deriv'd as he , 90 55 95 As well possess'd ; my love is more than his ; 100 ...
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... hath power to say " Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up ; So quick bright things come to confusion . Her . If then true lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny . Then let us teach our trial patience ...
... hath power to say " Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up ; So quick bright things come to confusion . Her . If then true lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny . Then let us teach our trial patience ...
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Page 24 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 93 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream...
Page 78 - And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear.
Page 6 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Page 9 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 53 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Page 18 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 24 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 22 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'da beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock...
Page 24 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.