The Works of William Shakspeare, Svazek 1C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Strana viii
... thought some- what too severely ; and in order to revenge that ill - usage , he made a ballad upon him . And though this , probably the first essay of his poetry , be lost , yet is said to have been so very bitter that it redoubled the ...
... thought some- what too severely ; and in order to revenge that ill - usage , he made a ballad upon him . And though this , probably the first essay of his poetry , be lost , yet is said to have been so very bitter that it redoubled the ...
Strana xii
... thought his son . " there be no better basis for this pleasantry than the poet- laureate's conceit that he wrote like Shakspeare , the fair fame of Mrs. Davenant , and the morality of William Shakspeare , in the particular case , have ...
... thought his son . " there be no better basis for this pleasantry than the poet- laureate's conceit that he wrote like Shakspeare , the fair fame of Mrs. Davenant , and the morality of William Shakspeare , in the particular case , have ...
Strana xiii
... thought by some biographers to have been neglected by him in his will . Mr. Ward , in the passage above extracted , speaks of Shakspeare as having in his elder days supplied the stage with two plays every year , impliedly from Strat ...
... thought by some biographers to have been neglected by him in his will . Mr. Ward , in the passage above extracted , speaks of Shakspeare as having in his elder days supplied the stage with two plays every year , impliedly from Strat ...
Strana xiv
... thought of composing some great work which should live for ages , when his Paradise Lost was published , blind as he was , and trifling as was the emolument it brought him , caused the print- ing to be superintended with the most minute ...
... thought of composing some great work which should live for ages , when his Paradise Lost was published , blind as he was , and trifling as was the emolument it brought him , caused the print- ing to be superintended with the most minute ...
Strana 15
... thought on her : she'll fit it . Mrs. Page . You are come to see my daughter Anne ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; And , I pray , how does good mistress Anne ? Mrs. Page . Go in with us , and see ; we have an hour's talk with you . [ Exeunt ...
... thought on her : she'll fit it . Mrs. Page . You are come to see my daughter Anne ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; And , I pray , how does good mistress Anne ? Mrs. Page . Go in with us , and see ; we have an hour's talk with you . [ Exeunt ...
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Strana 492 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, 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 everything.
Strana 204 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues: nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a...
Strana 118 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 492 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part.
Strana 148 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 138 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 459 - Tarry, Jew: The law hath yet another hold on you. It is enacted in the laws of Venice, If it be proved against an alien, That by direct or indirect attempts He seek the life of any citizen, The party 'gainst the which he doth contrive...