A Midsummer Night's Dream - Results found: 36
Making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any
dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That (in a
spleen ) unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The jaws of darkness do devour it up, so quick
bright things come to confusion
By Lysander,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN153-159),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed so
sanded, and their heads are hung, with ears that sweep away the mor
ning dew, Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each
A cry more tuneable Was never hallowed to, nor cheered with horn
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I never may believe These antique fables, and these fairy toys
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fan
cies, that apprehend more, that cool reason ever comprehends.—
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devil
then vast hell can hold
That is the madman the lover
all as frantic sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to Earth from earth to
heaven, and as imagination bodies forth the form of things
unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to
airy nothing a local habitation, and a name.
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1794-1809),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
--Where I have come great Clerks have purposed to greet
me with welcomes. Where I have seen them
shiver, and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle your practiced accent in their fears, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke off, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome, and
in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the
rat'ling
tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love ergotherefore and tongue-tied sim:
plicity In least speak most to my capacity
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1890-1903),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80