The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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Strana 63
... And what will you do now ? How will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the SC . II . 63 MACBETH .
... And what will you do now ? How will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the SC . II . 63 MACBETH .
Strana 177
... birds that tune their morning's joy Make her moans mad with their sweet melody : For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy ; Sad souls are slain in merry company ; Grief best is pleased with grief's society : True sorrow then is ...
... birds that tune their morning's joy Make her moans mad with their sweet melody : For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy ; Sad souls are slain in merry company ; Grief best is pleased with grief's society : True sorrow then is ...
Strana 309
... birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing . Even so , poor bird , like thee , None alive will pity me . Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled , Thou and I were both beguiled : Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery . Words are ...
... birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing . Even so , poor bird , like thee , None alive will pity me . Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled , Thou and I were both beguiled : Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery . Words are ...
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