Pearls of Shakspeare, a collection of the most brilliant passages found in his plays, illustr. by K. Meadows |
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Strana 17
... rich or poor , As fancy values them : but with true prayers , That shall be up at heaven , and enter there , Ere sun - rise ; prayers from preserved * souls , From fasting - maids , whose minds are delicate To nothing temporal ...
... rich or poor , As fancy values them : but with true prayers , That shall be up at heaven , and enter there , Ere sun - rise ; prayers from preserved * souls , From fasting - maids , whose minds are delicate To nothing temporal ...
Strana 18
... rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ingots bows , Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey * Affects , affections . And death unloads thee : friend hast thou none ; 18 PEARLS OF SHAKSPEARE . The Terrors of ...
... rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ingots bows , Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey * Affects , affections . And death unloads thee : friend hast thou none ; 18 PEARLS OF SHAKSPEARE . The Terrors of ...
Strana 19
... rich , Thou hast neither heat , affection , limb , nor beauty , To make thy riches pleasant . What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , That makes these odds all ...
... rich , Thou hast neither heat , affection , limb , nor beauty , To make thy riches pleasant . What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , That makes these odds all ...
Strana 38
... rich : And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds , To honour peereth * in the meanest habit . What is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel , Because ...
... rich : And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds , To honour peereth * in the meanest habit . What is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel , Because ...
Strana 40
... rich and strange . Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . SLEEP . Do not omit the heavy offer of it : It seldom visits sorrow : when it doth , It is a comforter . DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND ...
... rich and strange . Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . SLEEP . Do not omit the heavy offer of it : It seldom visits sorrow : when it doth , It is a comforter . DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND ...
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alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give grace grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth lips look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble Numbers o'er pity pluck poor Queen quoth Romeo scapes sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
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Strana 114 - Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Strana 90 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 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 105 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, -Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Strana 25 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 24 - 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 of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strana 106 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Strana 150 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Strana 28 - 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 144 - 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 88 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...