The Shakespeare Key: Unlocking the Treasures of His Style, Elucidating the Peculiarities of His Construction, and Displaying the Beauties of His Expression; Forming a Companion to "The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare".S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1879 - Počet stran: 810 |
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Strana 31
... Look , here I have you ; thus I let you go , And give you to the gods . - Ant . & C. , iii . 2 . As a token of the extreme intimacy and familiarity of intercourse that subsisted formerly between men - friends , we find denotement that ...
... Look , here I have you ; thus I let you go , And give you to the gods . - Ant . & C. , iii . 2 . As a token of the extreme intimacy and familiarity of intercourse that subsisted formerly between men - friends , we find denotement that ...
Strana 53
... look on now . Leontes . I thought of her , Even in these looks I made.-W. T. , v . 1 . In the latter , the poet's skill , subtlety , and delicacy of expression , combined with voluptuous and imaginative description of the highest kind ...
... look on now . Leontes . I thought of her , Even in these looks I made.-W. T. , v . 1 . In the latter , the poet's skill , subtlety , and delicacy of expression , combined with voluptuous and imaginative description of the highest kind ...
Strana 81
... look , the gentle day , Before the wheels of Phoebus , round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey . - Ibid . , v . 2 . Yet you , the murderer , look as bright , as clear As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere . - Mid ...
... look , the gentle day , Before the wheels of Phoebus , round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey . - Ibid . , v . 2 . Yet you , the murderer , look as bright , as clear As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere . - Mid ...
Strana 83
... look back upon thee . O , thou wall , That girdlest in those wolves , dive in the earth , And fence not Athens ... looks of care ? Thy flatterers yet wear silk , drink wine , lie soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes , and have forgot That ...
... look back upon thee . O , thou wall , That girdlest in those wolves , dive in the earth , And fence not Athens ... looks of care ? Thy flatterers yet wear silk , drink wine , lie soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes , and have forgot That ...
Strana 84
... look , the morn , in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill . — Ibid . , i . 1 . Blow , winds , and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes , spout Till you have drench'd our steeples ...
... look , the morn , in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill . — Ibid . , i . 1 . Blow , winds , and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes , spout Till you have drench'd our steeples ...
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All's Antony bear better bring brother Cæsar Cassio comes Coriol Coriolanus Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth dramatist duke elliptically express eyes fair father fear Folio following passage fool friends gentle give gleek gone Gower grace Guiderius Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hither hold honour hour Iago Ibid implied keep king knave lady Lear look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lysimachus Macb Macbeth madam Mark Antony master means Merry mistress ne'er never night noble o'er Othello Pericles phrase play Plutarch Pompey poor pray present prince queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet Rosaline scene sense Shakespeare soul speak speech stand sweet sword tell thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought Timon to-morrow to-night tongue Tybalt unto VIII word
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Strana 90 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Strana 613 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Strana 734 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strana 676 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 612 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Strana 72 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife. — " Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
Strana 429 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Strana 674 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strana 673 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Strana 679 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love*, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed...