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... true dramatist , gives by a touch a hint to his performers and a picture to his audience . Here , the tricksy sprite Ariel wreath- ing his arms in mimicry of the sad young prince he is describing , is indicated by the single word " this ...
... true dramatist , gives by a touch a hint to his performers and a picture to his audience . Here , the tricksy sprite Ariel wreath- ing his arms in mimicry of the sad young prince he is describing , is indicated by the single word " this ...
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... true , my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , " How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? Keep in ...
... true , my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , " How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? Keep in ...
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... true . Do not give dal- liance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire ' the blood . Be more abstemious , actual piece of the fabric of his own existence - was what the poet here intended to make him say And then ...
... true . Do not give dal- liance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire ' the blood . Be more abstemious , actual piece of the fabric of his own existence - was what the poet here intended to make him say And then ...
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... true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Setebos ! these be brave spirits , indeed . How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me . Seb . Ha , ha ! What things are these , my lord Antonio ? Will ...
... true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Setebos ! these be brave spirits , indeed . How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me . Seb . Ha , ha ! What things are these , my lord Antonio ? Will ...
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... true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide ...
... true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide ...
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Page 334 - 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 392 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 234 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 320 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Page 334 - 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 wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....