 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...tooth, or the fann'd snow, That 's bolted' by the northern blasts twice o'er. 13— iv. 3. 118 'Tis beauty truly blent," whose red and white Nature's...graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. 4 — i. 5. 119 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pàgines
...tooth, or the fann'd snow, That's boltedt by the northern blasts twice o'er. 13— iv. 3. 118 "Tis beauty truly blent,| whose red and white Nature's...graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. 4 — i. 5t 119 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methougbt she purged the air of pestilence... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...fann'd snow, That's boltedt by the northern blasts twice o'er. 13— iv. 3. 118 Tis beauty truly blent,f whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. 4 — i. Jx 119 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 608 pàgines
...God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent,3 whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. OIL O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; 1 will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It shall... | |
 | Anna Eliza Bray - 1839 - 1172 pàgines
...day meets with, either in real life or in tales of fiction. I THE LITTLE DOCTOR. PART THE SECOND. " Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will...graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy." — SHAXSPCARE. IN the last chapter we left the little doctor, soon after his son's death, gladly marrying... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...white upon your cheeks are by Nature's own cunning hand laid on. You are the most cruel lady living, if you will lead these graces to the grave, and leave the world no copy." " O sir," replied Olivia, " I will not be so cruel. The world may have an inventory of my beauty. As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 362 pàgines
...God did all. OK. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent,3 whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruel' st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. OK. O,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 pàgines
...God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent17, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy18. Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty:... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 pàgines
...blent2, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy*. OIL O ! sir, I will not be so hard-hearted. I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 558 pàgines
...notion of painting, and hints that Olivia's colour might be artificial. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent2, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy3. OIL... | |
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