That is the lot Miss Esther is preparing for some man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell every body what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch of their ideas will not place them on a level with... Felix Holt, the Radical - Page 87by George Eliot - 1871 - 529 pagesFull view - About this book
| Christopher Marlowe - 1876 - 474 pages
...lord. Tomb. For the it dead I thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
| Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1877 - 464 pages
...lord. Tamb. ' For she is dead!' thy words do pierce my soul: Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! 126 Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, Embalmed with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
| George Eliot - 1878 - 368 pages
...man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell everybody what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch...like to see if she could be made ashamed of herself." CHAPTEE VI. Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind, that dies for want of... | |
| Christopher Marlowe - 1885 - 250 pages
...lord. Tamb. For she it dead 1 thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shall stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
| Christopher Marlowe, Percy Pinkerton - English drama - 1885 - 354 pages
...dead /thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, ypt let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] sha.lt stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and... | |
| Christopher Marlowe - 1889 - 408 pages
...lord. Tain}. For she is dead ! Thy words do pierce my soul ! Ah, sweet Theridamas ! say so no more ; Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the tody} shalt stay with me, Embalmed with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
| J. G. Lewis - 1891 - 44 pages
...Tanib. " For she is dead ! " Thy words do pierce my soul ! Ah, sweet Theridamas ! say so no more ; Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives. And feed my mind that dies for want of her, Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body'} shalt stay with me, Embalmed with cassia, ambergris, and... | |
| George Eliot - 1893 - 364 pages
...man or other. I could grind my teeth at such selfsatisfied minxes, who think they can tell everybody what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch...like to see if she could be made ashamed of herself." Felix Holt and Job Judge. Original Etching by WH Sheldon. \ CHAPTER VI. Though she be dead, yet let... | |
| William Baker - English poetry - 1895 - 152 pages
...ofyerat yvvrj. T. rl ^>TI<} ; eXefa? icapSiav SrjKTijpia' firj Srjra, firj crv Sevrepov Xe^p? raSe. 78 Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [to the body] shalt stay with me, Not lapt in lead, but in a sheet of gold,... | |
| Richard Dacre Archer-Hind, Robert Drew Hicks - Classical literature - 1899 - 518 pages
...For she is dead ! Thy words do pierce my soul ! Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ; Though she he dead, yet let me think she lives And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, And till I die thou shalt not be interred.... | |
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