 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pàgines
...good carriage. This, this is she— Ram. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. .Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. . True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooesEven now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Ram. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, bein» anger'd, pufli away from thence, Turning his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 pàgines
...nothing. Л/er. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothin? but vain fantasy : Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffe away from thence, 'Turning his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which in : n Parthia did I take thee prisoner ; Vurt then...thee do, 'hou sbould'st attempt it. Come now, keep t Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind you talk of blow* us from ourselves ; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 1 This speech received... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 pàgines
...bodes. — This, this is she— Thoutalk'st of nothing. *•"'• Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Afer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Eren BoW the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow. Poems. 145 Dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain,...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 35— i. 4. 146 The dream 's here still: even when I wake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow. Poems. 145 Dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain,...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 35— i. 4. 146 The dream's here still : even when I wake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puff's away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 1 This speech received... | |
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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... 
