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Pàgina 16
The shady curtains from Aurora ' s bed , Away from light steals home my heavy
son , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair
daylight out , And makes himself an artificial night : ( ID ) Black and portentous ...
The shady curtains from Aurora ' s bed , Away from light steals home my heavy
son , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair
daylight out , And makes himself an artificial night : ( ID ) Black and portentous ...
Pàgina 17
... place in my text , but that the other mode of expression was not uncommon in
Shakspeare ' s time : “ And whilst thou spread ' st unto the rising sunne , “ The
fairest flower that ever saw the light , “ Now joy thy time , before thy sweet be
done .
... place in my text , but that the other mode of expression was not uncommon in
Shakspeare ' s time : “ And whilst thou spread ' st unto the rising sunne , “ The
fairest flower that ever saw the light , “ Now joy thy time , before thy sweet be
done .
Pàgina 19
Turberville makes Reason harangue against it in the same manner : “ A fierie
frost , a flame that frozen is with ise ! “ A heavie burden light to beare ! A vertue
fraughte with “ vice ! " & c . Immediately from The Romaunt of the Rose : “ Loue it
is an ...
Turberville makes Reason harangue against it in the same manner : “ A fierie
frost , a flame that frozen is with ise ! “ A heavie burden light to beare ! A vertue
fraughte with “ vice ! " & c . Immediately from The Romaunt of the Rose : “ Loue it
is an ...
Pàgina 20
Dr . Akenside in his Hymn to Cheerfulness , has the same expression : “ Haste ,
light the tapers , urge the fire , “ And bid the joyless day retire . ” Reed . Again , in
Chapman ' s version of the 21st Iliad : “ And as a caldron , under put with store of
...
Dr . Akenside in his Hymn to Cheerfulness , has the same expression : “ Haste ,
light the tapers , urge the fire , “ And bid the joyless day retire . ” Reed . Again , in
Chapman ' s version of the 21st Iliad : “ And as a caldron , under put with store of
...
Pàgina 26
At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark
heaven light " : Again , in this play : “ Can I go forward , when my heart is here ? “
Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . " Again , in our author ' s 146th ...
At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark
heaven light " : Again , in this play : “ Can I go forward , when my heart is here ? “
Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . " Again , in our author ' s 146th ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pàgina 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Pàgina 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Pàgina 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Pàgina 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Pàgina 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Pàgina 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pàgina 161 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 56 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Pàgina 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...