CymbelineDuffied & Company, 1908 - 70 Seiten |
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affairs May plod Allegretto Augustus Cæsar banishment Belarius bracelet Britons brothers call'd cave ceitful letter chamber cres Cymbeline's dear decres dy sweet EATS OUR VICTUALS Euriphile everlasting love f m:r fainter kind false father father's court fatigue of wandering Fidele flowers forbidden upon pain forest FRANZ PETER SCHUBERT Glide thither go with Pisanio Guiderius and Arviragus HARK HARVARD COLLEGE hath heaven honour humus Iach Iachimo Imogen and Posthumus Imogen's atten Jove king LAMB SHAKESPEARE LARK Leonatus letter she set letter to Imogen live no longer lonely forests long'st Lucius married MASKELL HARDY master Milford Milford-Haven mine's beyond beyond-say mistress Mongst friends night she received parture with Pisanio place he begged Polydore and Cadwal Post praised princely Prithee queen return to Britain rise Roman army Rome says Posthumus sons of Cymbeline stole sword thee thing true Pisanio unsuspecting lady venison wager weariness What's young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 37 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 4 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Seite 17 - What should we speak of, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear . The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Seite 37 - 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 aIid girls all must , As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 37 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 24 - The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Seite 19 - These boys know little they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine : and, though train'd up thus meanly I" the cave, wherein they bow," their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces ; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prince it much Beyond the trick of others.
Seite 11 - A sample to the youngest, to the more mature, A glass that feated" them ; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards : for his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd.
Seite 37 - Prithee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious.