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الصفحة 19
... white glove how white the hand , God ―― knows ! Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas and honest kersey noes . Auch von der Stelle in Twelfth Night ( II , 4 , 43 f . ) , wo der Herzog mit sichtlicher Vorliebe für ...
... white glove how white the hand , God ―― knows ! Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas and honest kersey noes . Auch von der Stelle in Twelfth Night ( II , 4 , 43 f . ) , wo der Herzog mit sichtlicher Vorliebe für ...
الصفحة 30
... white hair , Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of ; Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein the cub ...
... white hair , Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of ; Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein the cub ...
الصفحة 59
... white and red , Her faults will ne'er be known , For blushing cheeks by faults are bred And fears by pale white shown : Then if she fear , or be to blame , By this you shall not know , For still her cheeks possess the same Which native ...
... white and red , Her faults will ne'er be known , For blushing cheeks by faults are bred And fears by pale white shown : Then if she fear , or be to blame , By this you shall not know , For still her cheeks possess the same Which native ...
الصفحة 67
... white And cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight , The cuckoo then , on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckoo ; Cuckoo , cuckoo : O word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear ! When shepherds ...
... white And cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight , The cuckoo then , on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckoo ; Cuckoo , cuckoo : O word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear ! When shepherds ...
الصفحة 68
... White greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly ...
... White greasy Joan doth keel the pot . When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly ...
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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.