The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 76
... birds do , mother . L. Macd . [ Exit . How will you 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 net , nor lime , The pitfall , nor the gin . Son . Why ...
... birds do , mother . L. Macd . [ Exit . How will you 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 net , nor lime , The pitfall , nor the gin . Son . Why ...
Strana 139
... birds , deceived with painted grapes , Do surfeit by the eye , and pine the maw , Even so she languisheth in her mishaps , As those poor birds that helpless berries saw : The warm effects which she in him finds missing , She seeks to ...
... birds , deceived with painted grapes , Do surfeit by the eye , and pine the maw , Even so she languisheth in her mishaps , As those poor birds that helpless berries saw : The warm effects which she in him finds missing , She seeks to ...
Strana 371
... birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone : She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to ...
... birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone : She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor horse hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth