The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - Počet stran: 345 |
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... winds , by the quickness of his wit and invention . " Of these encounters of the keenest intellects not a vestige now remains . The memory of Fuller , perhaps , teemed with their sallies ; but nothing on which we can depend has de ...
... winds , by the quickness of his wit and invention . " Of these encounters of the keenest intellects not a vestige now remains . The memory of Fuller , perhaps , teemed with their sallies ; but nothing on which we can depend has de ...
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... wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky . Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull ...
... wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky . Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull ...
Strana 15
... wind ; Which , when it bites and blows upon my body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like ...
... wind ; Which , when it bites and blows upon my body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like ...
Strana 18
... wind , To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have . And they that are most galled with my folly , They most must laugh : And why , sir , must they so ? The why is plain as way to parish church · He , that a fool doth very wisely hit ...
... wind , To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have . And they that are most galled with my folly , They most must laugh : And why , sir , must they so ? The why is plain as way to parish church · He , that a fool doth very wisely hit ...
Strana 19
... eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . INGRATITUDE . A SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; • Violent . † Trite , common Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
... eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . INGRATITUDE . A SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; • Violent . † Trite , common Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
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Ajax Antony art thou bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour hour Iago Jonson king KING HENRY VI kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words youth
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Strana 19 - 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...
Strana 172 - 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 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Strana 132 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Strana 50 - 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 278 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 90 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Strana 108 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Strana 255 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Strana 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.