 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pàgines
...mine eyes ? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. And will you ? Hub. And I will. Artli. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief;1 Or, What good love may... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1844 - 900 pàgines
...must, Arth. And wi]l you ? H»b. And 1 will. 424 UNITED STATES SPEAKER. Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief 1 Or, What good love... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pàgines
...both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief1? Or, What good love... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 pàgines
...must. Arth. And will you ? Hub. And I ^yill. Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but acne, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love... | |
 | John Hall - 1845 - 354 pàgines
...must*. Arth. And will' you ? Hub. And I will*. Arth. Have you the heart' ? When your head did but ache1, I knit my handkerchief about your brows', (The best I had', a princess wrought it me1,) And I did never ask it you again' ; And with my hand at midnight held your head' ; And', like... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Charles John Kean - 1846 - 76 pàgines
...mine eyes ? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. And will you 1 Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, What lack you 1 and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pàgines
...Have you the heart 7 When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows (The beet I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheerM up the heavy time ; Sayiog, What lack you 7 and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 736 pàgines
...mine eyes ! Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. And will you ? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? thy soul to-morrow! [ To King RICHARD. Think, how...prime of youth At Tewksbury : despair, therefore, and nt midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and imon cheer'd up the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 574 pàgines
...mine eyes ? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. And will you ? Hub And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love... | |
 | John Craig (F.G.S.) - 1848 - 1134 pàgines
...officer in chief. Ai. MS. a-gen', r.-!. (".'/"' . Sax.) A second time; once more ; back, in restitution ; When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, The best I had — a princess brought It me — And I did never ask it you again. — ShaJa, on the other hand ; .on another part... | |
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Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the... 
