 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 pages
...cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words , Then love-devouring death...he dare; It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends , And in their triumph die : like fire and powder , Which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 338 pages
...words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare ; It is enough I may but call her mine. F. Lau. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds... | |
 | Mrs. Bray (Anna Eliza) - 1845 - 528 pages
...which all I have yet said is but as it were the necessary preface. PREDICTION. PART THE SECOND. These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. SHAKSPBRE. TIME fled on, continued the Rev. Mr. H . I left Oxford, and obtained a curacy... | |
 | Mrs. Bray (Anna Eliza) - 1845 - 470 pages
...which all I have yet said is but as it were the necessary preface. PREDICTION. PART THE SECOND. These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. SHAKSI'ERB. TIME fled on, continued the Rev. Mr. H . I left Oxford, and obtained a curacy... | |
 | 1883 - 500 pages
...cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine." Romeo and Juliet, Act ii., Scene 6. ARTHUR really remained with them a week, waiting for Captain Lawson... | |
 | Quotations, English - 1847 - 540 pages
...lent me cash that way, Which I found very troublesome to pay. BYRON'S Don Juan. EXTREMES. 1. These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 pages
...cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...what he dare. It is enough I may but call her mine. Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady;—O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. 
