 | W. H. Leigh - 1847 - 244 Seiten
...usual pain. Down he sat, and I forthwith furbished up the instruments. ' Now,' said I inwardly, — ' Now is the winter of my discontent Made glorious summer — by this pauper." I consoled myself with the reflection that, after all my obscurity, now was I about at once... | |
 | George Melville Baker - 1876 - 42 Seiten
...line* filled with clothes drying), R. c. Set bushes or trees, LC Enter CAPULET, c., in dressing-gown, carrying a lantern. Cap. Now is the winter of my discontent...my night-cap sets at ease; My bruised arms no more my/re-arms seize; No stern alarms to wake me from a nap, To,spring wild rattles, and revolvers snap... | |
 | Marvin Merchant Taylor - 1892 - 28 Seiten
...senses.) OPHELIA. Romeo ! (Flies to his arms.) What vile enchantment held my soul from thee ? ROMEO. Now is the winter of my discontent Made glorious summer by this blissful change, And ail the clouds that lowered upon our hopes Lie deep within oblivion's ocean buried... | |
 | William Hawley Smith - 1902 - 88 Seiten
...SCENE I.—Verona. A room in the Palace. Juliet seated with her baby in her lap. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now is the winter of my discontent Made glorious summer by this son of ours; And all the clouds that lowered about my brow Deep in the bosom of the ocean buried. For... | |
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My bruised arms no more my fire-i\rms seize ; No stern alarms to wake me from a nap, To spring wild rattles, and revolvers snap ; Stern visaged war — Why, what am I about? I did not come out, Richard III. to spout. I am the father of a daughter dear,... 