Lyrisches im Shakspere, المجلد 209 |
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الصفحة 27
... maids do dead men's fingers call them : There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang , on envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies , and herself , Fell in the weeping brook . Her clothes spread wide And ...
... maids do dead men's fingers call them : There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang , on envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies , and herself , Fell in the weeping brook . Her clothes spread wide And ...
الصفحة 59
... shall not know , For still her cheeks possess the same Which native she doth owe . Gleich darauf wird dann auf eine zu Shakspere's Zeit jedenfalls sehr bekannte Ballade : » King Cophetua and the « Beggar - Maid << ( die auch Ben Jonson 59.
... shall not know , For still her cheeks possess the same Which native she doth owe . Gleich darauf wird dann auf eine zu Shakspere's Zeit jedenfalls sehr bekannte Ballade : » King Cophetua and the « Beggar - Maid << ( die auch Ben Jonson 59.
الصفحة 60
... Maid . « A. IV , Sc . 1 , 65 in dem Briefe des Armado , den Boyet dem Prinzen vorliest , ist wieder auf diese Ballade hingewiesen : » The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the per- nicious and indubitate beggar ...
... Maid . « A. IV , Sc . 1 , 65 in dem Briefe des Armado , den Boyet dem Prinzen vorliest , ist wieder auf diese Ballade hingewiesen : » The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the per- nicious and indubitate beggar ...
الصفحة 74
... maid ; 7 And here the maiden , sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love , this kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe . When thou ...
... maid ; 7 And here the maiden , sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love , this kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe . When thou ...
الصفحة 85
... maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel - nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub , Time out o ' mind the fairies ... maids lie on their backs , That presses them and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good carriage : This ...
... maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel - nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub , Time out o ' mind the fairies ... maids lie on their backs , That presses them and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good carriage : This ...
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الصفحة 99 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
الصفحة 143 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
الصفحة 31 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
الصفحة 82 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do, with their death, bury their parents
الصفحة 30 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o
الصفحة 81 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
الصفحة 44 - When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place...
الصفحة 40 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
الصفحة 136 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 119 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.