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Página 396 - 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. Jitl. Yon light is not daylight,
Página 164 - dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,— Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who'
Página 152 - even as Guiderius and Arviragus are, to Fidele's death. " Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Página 540 - sunniest southern aspect, all teeming with blossoms and fruitage —blossoms to be woven into wreaths and garlands of joy—fruitage, " not too bright and good For human nature's daily food;" for fruitage, say at once, females, " For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles !
Página 406 - No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll : He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan ; God 'a mercy on his soul ! And of all Christian souls ! I pray God. God be wi
Página 552 - in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach." But Rosalind, how likes she to be a
Página 413 - as odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures : O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress Weeps when she
Página 160 - wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. duty: Lear. But goes this with thy heart? Cor. Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and
Página 406 - They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, •we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table ! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this : Good morrow, 'tis St Valentine's day, All in
Página 415 - For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer. I do believe it, Against an oracle. Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition, Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter : But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be