 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 364 pàgines
...run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves • of reeds : your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Art. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1835 - 370 pàgines
..." Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but, chiefly, " Him that you term'd the good old lord, Gonzalo, " His tears run down his beard, like winter drops " From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly works 'em, " That if you now beheld them, your affections " Would become tender. PROSPERO.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 714 pàgines
...tears run down his beard, like winter's drops, From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine, would, Sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
 | Patrick MacDonell - 1840 - 74 pàgines
...over them Brimful of sorrow and dismay ; but chiefly Him that you termed the good old lord Gonzalo ; His tears run down his beard like winter drops From eaves of reeds : your charms so strongly works them That if you now behold them, your affections Would become tender. PROSPERO.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 316 pàgines
...tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves* of reeds : your charm so strongly works them. That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Art. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 pàgines
...tears fun down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1843 - 554 pàgines
...His tears run down hie beard, like winter drops From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly wort' 'em, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. PROSFBRO. Dost thou think so, spirit? ARIEL. Mine would, sir, were I human. PROSPERO. And mine shall.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 658 pàgines
...tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds : y our charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1844 - 522 pàgines
...them. Brim-full of sorrow and dismay ; but, chiefly, Him that you term'd the good old lord, Gonislo, His tears run down his beard, like winter drops From eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly work) 'em, That if you now beheld them, your aflectioni Would become tender. PaOiraRO.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 598 pàgines
...tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Art. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which... | |
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And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? 
