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... Wall or Moonshine . Fairies are not incredible , but fairies six feet high are so . Mon- sters are not shocking , if they are seen at a proper distance . When ghosts appear at midday , when apparitions stalk along Cheapside , then may ...
... Wall or Moonshine . Fairies are not incredible , but fairies six feet high are so . Mon- sters are not shocking , if they are seen at a proper distance . When ghosts appear at midday , when apparitions stalk along Cheapside , then may ...
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... Wall must be plaistered ; Moon- shine must carry lanthorn and bush . And when Hippoly- ta , again becoming impatient of absurdity , exclaims , “ I am aweary of this moon ! would he would change ! " Shakspere further insists on his piece ...
... Wall must be plaistered ; Moon- shine must carry lanthorn and bush . And when Hippoly- ta , again becoming impatient of absurdity , exclaims , “ I am aweary of this moon ! would he would change ! " Shakspere further insists on his piece ...
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... wall in the great chamber ; for Pyr- amus and Thisby , says the story , did talk through the chink of a wall . Snout . You can never bring in a wall . What say you , Bottom ? 59 Bottom . Some man or other must present Wall : and let him ...
... wall in the great chamber ; for Pyr- amus and Thisby , says the story , did talk through the chink of a wall . Snout . You can never bring in a wall . What say you , Bottom ? 59 Bottom . Some man or other must present Wall : and let him ...
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... Wall , that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder ; And through Wall's chink , poor souls , they are content To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder . This man , with lanthorn , dog , and bush of thorn , Presenteth Moonshine ; for ...
... Wall , that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder ; And through Wall's chink , poor souls , they are content To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder . This man , with lanthorn , dog , and bush of thorn , Presenteth Moonshine ; for ...
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... Wall , and lovers twain _t large discourse , while here they do remain . 150 [ Exeunt Prologue , Thisbe , Lion , and Moonshine . Theseus . I wonder if the lion be to speak . Demetrius ... wall , O wall , O sweet and lovely ACT V. SCENE I 105.
... Wall , and lovers twain _t large discourse , while here they do remain . 150 [ Exeunt Prologue , Thisbe , Lion , and Moonshine . Theseus . I wonder if the lion be to speak . Demetrius ... wall , O wall , O sweet and lovely ACT V. SCENE I 105.
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Page 111 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the...
Page 113 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, — That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 97 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Page 95 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Page 186 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Page 38 - The best in this kind are but shadows ; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
Page 58 - Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through this distemperature, we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 56 - And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, \" Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me ; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And 'tailor...
Page 94 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Page 126 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...