The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 147
... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in mine 66 ear , And will not let a false sound enter ...
... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in mine 66 ear , And will not let a false sound enter ...
Strana 230
... tongue . " Poor instrument , " quoth she , " without a sound , I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue : And drop sweet balm on Priam's painted wound , [ wrong , And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him And with my tears quench Troy ...
... tongue . " Poor instrument , " quoth she , " without a sound , I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue : And drop sweet balm on Priam's painted wound , [ wrong , And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him And with my tears quench Troy ...
Strana 332
... tongue ; [ art . Use power with power , and slay me not by Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight , Dear heart , forbear to glance thine eye aside : What need'st thou wound with cunning , when thy might [ ' bide ? Is more than ...
... tongue ; [ art . Use power with power , and slay me not by Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight , Dear heart , forbear to glance thine eye aside : What need'st thou wound with cunning , when thy might [ ' bide ? Is more than ...
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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