The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 6
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act i, Sc. 6
Related:
- This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i... - Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple,
and stole thence The life o' the building! -- William... - Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek,
hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues... - The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i... - Nor time nor place
Did then adhere.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.... - The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i... - Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i... - Nothing is
But what is not.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.... - I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv...
