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Page 26
But , tiiere was such laughing ; -Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er .
Cres . With mill - stones.5 Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was a
more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ; -Did her eyes run o'er too ? Pan .
But , tiiere was such laughing ; -Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er .
Cres . With mill - stones.5 Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was a
more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ; -Did her eyes run o'er too ? Pan .
Page 115
This is not strange , Ulysses : The beauty that is borne here in the face , The
bearer knows not , but commends itself To others ' eyes : nor doth the eye itself (
That most pure spirits of sense ) behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to
eye ...
This is not strange , Ulysses : The beauty that is borne here in the face , The
bearer knows not , but commends itself To others ' eyes : nor doth the eye itself (
That most pure spirits of sense ) behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to
eye ...
Page 263
She speaks , yet she says nothing ; What of that ? Her eye discourses , will
answer it . I am too bold , ' tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all
the heaven , Having some busiuess , do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their
spheres till ...
She speaks , yet she says nothing ; What of that ? Her eye discourses , will
answer it . I am too bold , ' tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all
the heaven , Having some busiuess , do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their
spheres till ...
Page 281
Thus , in Venus and Adonis : “ Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth , ”i . e
, the windows or lids of her blue eyes . In the very same poem the eyes of Venus
are terined grey : “ Mine eyes are grey and bright , and quick in turning . ” Again ...
Thus , in Venus and Adonis : “ Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth , ”i . e
, the windows or lids of her blue eyes . In the very same poem the eyes of Venus
are terined grey : “ Mine eyes are grey and bright , and quick in turning . ” Again ...
Page 308
The construction of this passage , however elliptical or perverse , I believe to be
as follows : May that run - away's eyes wink ! That run - away's eyes , may ( they )
wink ! These ellipses are frequent in Spenser ; and that for oh ! that , is not ...
The construction of this passage , however elliptical or perverse , I believe to be
as follows : May that run - away's eyes wink ! That run - away's eyes , may ( they )
wink ! These ellipses are frequent in Spenser ; and that for oh ! that , is not ...
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