Shakspeare GemsLee & Shepard, 1872 - Počet stran: 333 |
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Strana 23
... wretch , Infant exposed . That , for thy mother's fault , art thus exposed To loss , and what may follow ! -Weep I cannot , But my heart bleeds : and most accursed am I , To be by oath enjoin'd to this . - Farewell ! The day frowns more ...
... wretch , Infant exposed . That , for thy mother's fault , art thus exposed To loss , and what may follow ! -Weep I cannot , But my heart bleeds : and most accursed am I , To be by oath enjoin'd to this . - Farewell ! The day frowns more ...
Strana 38
... wretched , That suck'd the honey of his music vows , Now see that noble and most sovereign reason , Like sweet bells jangled , out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth , Blasted with ecstasy . " * Hamlet's ...
... wretched , That suck'd the honey of his music vows , Now see that noble and most sovereign reason , Like sweet bells jangled , out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth , Blasted with ecstasy . " * Hamlet's ...
Strana 41
... wretched state ! O bosom , black as death ! O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , Art more engag'd ! Help , angels , make assay ! Bow , stubborn knees ! and , heart , with strings of steel , Be soft as sinews of the new - born ...
... wretched state ! O bosom , black as death ! O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , Art more engag'd ! Help , angels , make assay ! Bow , stubborn knees ! and , heart , with strings of steel , Be soft as sinews of the new - born ...
Strana 48
... Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear , so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature , and must bend his body , 48 Fulius Cæsar .
... Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear , so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature , and must bend his body , 48 Fulius Cæsar .
Strana 49
William Shakespeare. A wretched creature , and must bend his body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever when he was in Spain , And , when the fit was on him , I did mark How he did shake ; ' tis true , this god did shake ...
William Shakespeare. A wretched creature , and must bend his body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever when he was in Spain , And , when the fit was on him , I did mark How he did shake ; ' tis true , this god did shake ...
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Shakspeare Gems / By the Author of 'The Book of Familiar Quotations'. William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2006 |
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Strana 148 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side'; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Strana 115 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strana 175 - Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 271 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Strana 5 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 285 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 100 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 9 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Strana 173 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Strana 35 - I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.