The Wisdom and Genius of Shakespeare: Comprising Moral Philosophy--delineations of Character--paintings of Nature and the Passions--one Thousand Aphorisms--and Miscellaneous PiecesAdam Scott, 1853 - Počet stran: 575 |
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... hours ripe on earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . 14 . The same . God will be avenged for the deed ; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have ...
... hours ripe on earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . 14 . The same . God will be avenged for the deed ; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have ...
Strana 12
... hours , days , weeks , and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . 52 . Time produces ingratitude . Time hath a wallet at his back , Wherein he puts alms for oblivion , A great ...
... hours , days , weeks , and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . 52 . Time produces ingratitude . Time hath a wallet at his back , Wherein he puts alms for oblivion , A great ...
Strana 13
... hour ago , since it was nine ; And after an hour more , ' t will 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 . 55 . Time tedious to the afflicted ...
... hour ago , since it was nine ; And after an hour more , ' t will 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 . 55 . Time tedious to the afflicted ...
Strana 15
... hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . 15 - v . 5 . 66 . Mediocrity of life . Full oft ' t is seen , Our meant secures us ; and our mere defects ...
... hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . 15 - v . 5 . 66 . Mediocrity of life . Full oft ' t is seen , Our meant secures us ; and our mere defects ...
Strana 16
... hour . 71 . The same . Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage ; That the stretching of a span Buckles in his sum of age . 72 . Suspension of life . Death may usurp on nature many hour And yet the fire of life kindle ...
... hour . 71 . The same . Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage ; That the stretching of a span Buckles in his sum of age . 72 . Suspension of life . Death may usurp on nature many hour And yet the fire of life kindle ...
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Strana 537 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 287 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 421 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Strana 562 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 35 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Strana 68 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Strana 98 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 299 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Strana 256 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Strana 509 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...