Florentine Nights: The Memoirs of Herr Von Schnabelewopski, The Rabbi of Bacharach and Shakespeare's Maidens and WomenW. Heinemann, 1906 - 441 pages |
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Page 181
... Beautiful Sara , " and how she waited for him seven years till he returned ; he having already wedded her against the will of her father , and even her own inclination , by the betrothal - ring . For every Jew can make a Jewish girl his ...
... Beautiful Sara , " and how she waited for him seven years till he returned ; he having already wedded her against the will of her father , and even her own inclination , by the betrothal - ring . For every Jew can make a Jewish girl his ...
Page 185
... beautiful Sara , who sat on the same high velvet cushion as her husband , wore , as hostess , none of her ornaments- only white linen enveloped her slender form and good and gentle face . This face was touchingly beautiful , even as all ...
... beautiful Sara , who sat on the same high velvet cushion as her husband , wore , as hostess , none of her ornaments- only white linen enveloped her slender form and good and gentle face . This face was touchingly beautiful , even as all ...
Page 187
... Sara , who , meanwhile , urged by feminine curiosity , is listen- ing slyly to it all behind the tent - door . This little sign caused a threefold blush to rise to the cheeks of beautiful Sara , who looked down , and then glanced ...
... Sara , who , meanwhile , urged by feminine curiosity , is listen- ing slyly to it all behind the tent - door . This little sign caused a threefold blush to rise to the cheeks of beautiful Sara , who looked down , and then glanced ...
Page 188
... Beautiful Sara listened with devotion while locking at her husband , she saw that in an instant his face assumed an expression as of agony or desi air , his cheeks and lips were deadly pale , and his eyes glanced like balls of ice ; but ...
... Beautiful Sara listened with devotion while locking at her husband , she saw that in an instant his face assumed an expression as of agony or desi air , his cheeks and lips were deadly pale , and his eyes glanced like balls of ice ; but ...
Page 189
... beautiful Sara brought the great silver basin , richly adorned with embossed gold figures , which was presented to every guest , that he might wash his hands . As she held it to the Rabbi , he gave her a significant look , and quietly ...
... beautiful Sara brought the great silver basin , richly adorned with embossed gold figures , which was presented to every guest , that he might wash his hands . As she held it to the Rabbi , he gave her a significant look , and quietly ...
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Page 283 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 198 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : — 'tis true, this god did shake.
Page 261 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 198 - Would he were fatter ! But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 255 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 258 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances ; Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 198 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Page 289 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 198 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.