 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pàgines
...good carriage. This is she— Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mar. 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 who wooes Even... | |
 | John Mills - 1845 - 336 pàgines
...fashion of a hoop in motion, and in this way trundled himself rapidly out of sight. CHAPTER II. " 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, who woos Even... | |
 | Disruption, William Cross - 1846 - 462 pàgines
...the worthy man was on confidential terms with Agnes, and would do him ample justice. CHAPTER XXII. I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy." SHAKSFEARE. After Mrs Renshaw had had a night to digest her dram of fly-water, she awoke... | |
 | 1846 - 730 pàgines
...about ; though, in equal humility, we are ready to acknowledge that, all this while, it may be " true I talk of dreams Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy !" Be our similitudes veritable, or this the " baseless fabric of a vision," still we reiterate... | |
 | William Cross (of Paisley.) - 1846 - 460 pàgines
...worthy man was on confidential terms with Agues, and would do him ample justice. CHAPTER XXII. ——— I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. ' ' SnAKSPEARE. After Mrs Renshaw had had a night to digest her dram of fly-water, she awoke... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pàgines
...carriage. This, is she — Rom. Peace, peace ! Mercutio, peace ! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, Z ] a B ! fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 260 pàgines
...tender thing ? it is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous ; and it pricks like thorn.—ROM. I., 4. 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, who wooes even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 pàgines
...carriage. This is she2t— ROM. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. MEB. 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 who wooes Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing. jtler. 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, who wooeg Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 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 an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even... | |
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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, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs... 
