The essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1840 |
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Σελίδα 16
... knew also , thou most assuredly wouldst never turn over one leaf of the illustrious folio : —what but the mere spirit of contradiction , and childish love of getting the better of thy friend ? —Then , worst cut of all ! to transport it ...
... knew also , thou most assuredly wouldst never turn over one leaf of the illustrious folio : —what but the mere spirit of contradiction , and childish love of getting the better of thy friend ? —Then , worst cut of all ! to transport it ...
Σελίδα 20
... knew Sarah Battle many of the best years of it - saw her take out her snuff - box when it was her turn to play ; or snuff a candle in the middle of a game ; or ring for a servant , till it was fairly over . She never introduced , or ...
... knew Sarah Battle many of the best years of it - saw her take out her snuff - box when it was her turn to play ; or snuff a candle in the middle of a game ; or ring for a servant , till it was fairly over . She never introduced , or ...
Σελίδα 22
... knew her to forfeit a rubber ( a five - dollar stake , ) because she would not take advantage of the turn - up knave , which would have given it her , but which she must have claimed by the disgraceful tenure of declaring " two for his ...
... knew her to forfeit a rubber ( a five - dollar stake , ) because she would not take advantage of the turn - up knave , which would have given it her , but which she must have claimed by the disgraceful tenure of declaring " two for his ...
Σελίδα 35
... knew one of that nation who attempted to do it . There is something more plain and ingenuous in their mode of proceeding . We know one another at first sight . There is an order of imperfect intellects ( under which mine must be content ...
... knew one of that nation who attempted to do it . There is something more plain and ingenuous in their mode of proceeding . We know one another at first sight . There is an order of imperfect intellects ( under which mine must be content ...
Σελίδα 43
... knew that could have created those bright images which delighted her . It was more like some fairy present ; a God - send , as our familiarly pious ancestors termed a benefit received where the benefactor was un- known . It would do her ...
... knew that could have created those bright images which delighted her . It was more like some fairy present ; a God - send , as our familiarly pious ancestors termed a benefit received where the benefactor was un- known . It would do her ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Bassanio beauty Benedick Bertram better brother brought called Cassio child Claudio confess count Paris cousin Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dreams Dromio duke Ephesus eyes face fancy father fear feel Ganimed gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hath hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hertfordshire honour husband Iago Illyria Imogen Isabel Katherine kind king knew lady Leonato lived look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid manner Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind nature never night noble Olivia once Orlando Othello passion Pericles person Petruchio play pleasant poor Portia present prince Prospero Protheus Quakers queen remember replied Romeo Rosalind seemed seen Shylock sight sleep sort speak spirit strange sweet tell thee thing thou thought Timon tion told true truth Tybalt Valentine Viola whist wife wish words young youth
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Σελίδα 55 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Σελίδα 55 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Σελίδα 74 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Σελίδα 73 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Σελίδα 69 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Σελίδα 74 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Σελίδα 50 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Σελίδα 95 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
Σελίδα 75 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
Σελίδα 42 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness!