The Stoddard Library: Shakespeare-TaineG.L. Shuman & Company, 1910 |
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54 ÆäÀÌÁö
... my pretty little coz , that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love ! But it cannot be sounded : my affection hath an unknown bottom , like the bay of Portugal . Cel . Or rather , bottomless ; that as fast 54 SHAKESPEARE.
... my pretty little coz , that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love ! But it cannot be sounded : my affection hath an unknown bottom , like the bay of Portugal . Cel . Or rather , bottomless ; that as fast 54 SHAKESPEARE.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö
... affection in , it runs out . Ros . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot of thought , conceived of spleen , and born of madness , that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out , let him be ...
... affection in , it runs out . Ros . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot of thought , conceived of spleen , and born of madness , that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out , let him be ...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö
... affections . - Abs . O my little angel , say you so ? Sir Lucius , I per- ceive there must be some mistake here , with regard to the affront which you affirm I have given you . I can only say that it could not have been intentional ...
... affections . - Abs . O my little angel , say you so ? Sir Lucius , I per- ceive there must be some mistake here , with regard to the affront which you affirm I have given you . I can only say that it could not have been intentional ...
150 ÆäÀÌÁö
... affection for you . There , marry him directly , Julia ; you'll find he'll mend surprisingly ! - [ The rest come forward . Sir Luc . Come , now , I hope there is no dissatisfied person , but what is content ; for as I have been ...
... affection for you . There , marry him directly , Julia ; you'll find he'll mend surprisingly ! - [ The rest come forward . Sir Luc . Come , now , I hope there is no dissatisfied person , but what is content ; for as I have been ...
162 ÆäÀÌÁö
... affection for me ; and if she were to be frail , and I were to make it public , why the town would only laugh at me , the foolish old bachelor , who had married a girl . Jos . Surf . That's true , to be sure- they would laugh . Sir Pet ...
... affection for me ; and if she were to be frail , and I were to make it public , why the town would only laugh at me , the foolish old bachelor , who had married a girl . Jos . Surf . That's true , to be sure- they would laugh . Sir Pet ...
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119 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven!
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stain my man's cheeks ! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.