The Plays of William Shakespeare, Svazek 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - Počet stran: 913 |
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Strana 7
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does ...
Strana 10
... eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st- Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Noble Sebastian , Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy ...
... eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st- Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Noble Sebastian , Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy ...
Strana 16
... eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Presently ? Pro . Ay , with a twink . Ari . Before you can say , Cóme , and go , And breathe twice ; and cry , so , so ; Each one ...
... eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Presently ? Pro . Ay , with a twink . Ari . Before you can say , Cóme , and go , And breathe twice ; and cry , so , so ; Each one ...
Strana 29
... eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus . man . του , Confirm his welcome with some special favour . Sil . His worth ...
... eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus . man . του , Confirm his welcome with some special favour . Sil . His worth ...
Strana 38
... eyes are grey as glass ; and so are mine : Ay , but her forehead's low , and mine's as high . What should it be , that he respects in her , But I can make respective in myself , If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Come , shadow ...
... eyes are grey as glass ; and so are mine : Ay , but her forehead's low , and mine's as high . What should it be , that he respects in her , But I can make respective in myself , If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Come , shadow ...
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Strana 224 - 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 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Strana 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Strana 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Strana 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Strana 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Strana 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Strana 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...