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Let me hear from thee by letters. - William Shakespeare The letter is too long by half a mile. - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost (Maria at V, ii) O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! - William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Bassanio at III, ii) Tell him there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news. - William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Launcelot at V, i) What, have I 'scaped love letters in the holiday time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? - William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor (Mistress Page at II, i) I have a letter from her Of such contents as you will wonder at, The mirth whereof so larded with my matter That neither singly can be manifested Without the show of both, wherein fat Falstaff Hath a great scene. - William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor (Fenton at IV, vi) To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend, And I likewise will visit thee with mine. - William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Valentine at I, i) Jove and my stars be praised. Here is yet a postscript. - William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Malvolio at II, v) If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I'll give't him. - William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Toby at III, iv) A woman seldom writes her Mind, but in her Postscript. - Sir Richard Steele, Spectator (no. 79) Thou bringest the sailor to his wife, And travell'd men from foreign lands, And letters unto trembling hands; And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life. - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam (pt. X) I read Of that glad year that once had bee, In those fall'n leaves which kept their green, The noble letters of the dead: And strangely on the silence broke The silent-speaking words. - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam (pt. XCV) Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below-- Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye. - Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Letter (st. 2) Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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