| David Hoffman - 1841 - 380 pages
...are the reasonable soul run mad.' And when another, in nearly similar terms, declares that , 'Dreams are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing...substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind;' we have in these the so called philosophy of dreaming! These notions have been current, and even popular,... | |
| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 606 pages
...good carriage. This, is she8 — Rom. Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace7! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of...who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 3 Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,] " Sometime she gallops o'er a soldier's nost," quarto,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 pages
...good carriage. This, this is she Ro. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...inconstant than the wind, -who wooes Even now the frozen hosom of the north ; And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping... | |
| 1842 - 796 pages
...Havelock, and others, on the war in Affghanistan. Я AINTIINANI WAKNINO. 1 LEGEND ОP THE LOWEе 1H1NXOV. " True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy." ROMEO AND JULIET. PLEASANT it is, on a summer eve, to wander, " fancy free," through the far-famed... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 pages
...of good carriage. This, is she — Hum. Peace, peace! Mcrcutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mar. True , I talk of dreams , Which are the children of...the frozen bosom of the north , And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence , Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind , you talk of,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pages
...of good carriage. This is she— Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mar. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of...the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mcrcutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. Trne, I talk of drcans, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his nice to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind you talk... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreans, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of...than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of tlje north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.... | |
| Literature - 1843 - 676 pages
...GUARD AT HOLYROOD. BY HENRY CURLING. " Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing." " True ; I talk of dreams, Which are the children of...an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy." SHAKBTEARE. WHEN I was quartered, in the castle at Edinburgh, I remember one of the duties of the orderly... | |
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