The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Svazek 1 |
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Strana xiii
philosophical , arts in war , demonstrations in physics . Everything perishes
except Truth , and the worship of Truth , and Poetry which is its enduring
language . And now , when I am about to speak of some of the great qualities of
Shakspere , I ...
philosophical , arts in war , demonstrations in physics . Everything perishes
except Truth , and the worship of Truth , and Poetry which is its enduring
language . And now , when I am about to speak of some of the great qualities of
Shakspere , I ...
Strana xvii
... each to do his best ( or worst ) as nature or education may inspire . “
Accommodate , ” he says , “ is a good word ; " but to accommodate or remould
nature in order to fit a theory or demonstrate a problem , is a sacrifice of truth to
conjecture ...
... each to do his best ( or worst ) as nature or education may inspire . “
Accommodate , ” he says , “ is a good word ; " but to accommodate or remould
nature in order to fit a theory or demonstrate a problem , is a sacrifice of truth to
conjecture ...
Strana 348
Give me your father shall specify , blessing : truth will come to light ; murder can
Gob . His master and he ( saving your worship ' s not be hid long ; a man ' s son
may ; but in the reverence ) are scarce cater - cousins :end , truth will out . Laun .
Give me your father shall specify , blessing : truth will come to light ; murder can
Gob . His master and he ( saving your worship ' s not be hid long ; a man ' s son
may ; but in the reverence ) are scarce cater - cousins :end , truth will out . Laun .
Strana 399
Scorn and derision never come in tears : Look , when I vow , I weep ; and vows
so born , In their nativity all truth appears . How can these things in me seem
scorn to you , Bearing the badge of faith , to prove them true ? Hel . You do
advance ...
Scorn and derision never come in tears : Look , when I vow , I weep ; and vows
so born , In their nativity all truth appears . How can these things in me seem
scorn to you , Bearing the badge of faith , to prove them true ? Hel . You do
advance ...
Strana 588
In good sadness I do not know : either say true ; - or thereabouts , set down , —
for I ' ll it is there , or it is upon a file , with the Dukesi speak truth . other letters , in
my tent . 1st Lord . He ' s very near the truth in this . i 1st Sol . Here ' t is ; here ' s a
...
In good sadness I do not know : either say true ; - or thereabouts , set down , —
for I ' ll it is there , or it is upon a file , with the Dukesi speak truth . other letters , in
my tent . 1st Lord . He ' s very near the truth in this . i 1st Sol . Here ' t is ; here ' s a
...
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answer appears bear Beat better Biron bring brother Claud comes Count court daughter death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll John keep kind King lady leave Leon live look lord madam maid marry master mean mind mistress nature never night once Pedro play poor pray present reason Scene seems servant serve Shakspere shew sing Sir Toby soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought tongue Touch true truth turn wife woman young youth
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Strana 475 - 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 474 - twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 469 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's 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.
Strana 470 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Strana 367 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music. Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But...
Strana 30 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Strana 224 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 340 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...