The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... there – to get behind Emma's silence'. Mother quickly agreed Emma could come alone. The next day the two sat there looking at each other. Quietly, Dr J asked, what was happening at school? Immediately, she burst into tears! Apparently ...
... there – to get behind Emma's silence'. Mother quickly agreed Emma could come alone. The next day the two sat there looking at each other. Quietly, Dr J asked, what was happening at school? Immediately, she burst into tears! Apparently ...
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... There is Beauty Here, Day 1 | 1 There is Beauty in the Way He Cares for His Creation, Day 2 | 3 There is Beauty in Redemption, Day 3 | 5 There is Beauty in the Battle, Day 4 | 7 There is Beauty in Confession, Day 5 | 10 There is Beauty ...
... There is Beauty Here, Day 1 | 1 There is Beauty in the Way He Cares for His Creation, Day 2 | 3 There is Beauty in Redemption, Day 3 | 5 There is Beauty in the Battle, Day 4 | 7 There is Beauty in Confession, Day 5 | 10 There is Beauty ...
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... there. Then the Word of the Lord came to Elijah 'Leave HERE... I have ordered the ravens to feed you THERE' (1 Kings 17:3-4). The feeding was to be done in a place called 'there' and not in a place called 'here' or 'anywhere.' Only 'there ...
... there. Then the Word of the Lord came to Elijah 'Leave HERE... I have ordered the ravens to feed you THERE' (1 Kings 17:3-4). The feeding was to be done in a place called 'there' and not in a place called 'here' or 'anywhere.' Only 'there ...
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... there and get that shirt tucked in . There's always one . Well I'm not prepared to have it in my lesson ! ' He turned to Brown , ' Face the wall , I don't want to look at you . You think you are all such clever dicks and can do what you ...
... there and get that shirt tucked in . There's always one . Well I'm not prepared to have it in my lesson ! ' He turned to Brown , ' Face the wall , I don't want to look at you . You think you are all such clever dicks and can do what you ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
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Pàgina 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Pàgina 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Pàgina 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pàgina 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Pàgina 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 66 - 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 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.