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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
amid amidst amongst arms Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf blood body Cædmon Canterbury Tales century characters Chaucer conception Coriolanus court Cynthia's Revels death doth drama dreams Duchess of Malfi earth England English eyes fancy feel flowers France French genius give gold hand hath head heart heaven human Ibid ideas images imagination instincts Jonson king ladies land Latin light literature living look lord lover madness manners ment Middle Ages mind Molière moral Mosca murder Nathan Drake nature never night noble Othello pagan painting passion Petrarch play pleasure poem poet poetic poetry queen race religion Robert Wace rose Saxon says Sejanus sentiment Shakespeare sing Skalds song Sonnet soul speak spirit style sweet sword taste thee things thou thought tion trouvères verse voice Volpone weep whole wife words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 364 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pàgina 401 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Pàgina 400 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Pàgina 417 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
Pàgina 403 - Hold, hold, my heart ; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee ! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
Pàgina 314 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 403 - O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Pàgina 402 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Pàgina 399 - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Pàgina 153 - And sikerly she was of greet desport, And ful plesaunt and amyable of port, And peyned hire to countrefete cheere Of Court, and been estatlich of manere, And to ben holden digne of reverence.