Keats's Shakespeare: A Descriptive Study Based on New MaterialH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1928 - Počet stran: 178 |
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Strana 38
... haue hope You leffe know how to value her defert , Then the to fcant her dutie . Lear . Say ? How is that ? Reg . I cannot thinke my Sifter in the leaft Would faile her Obligation . If Sir perchance She haue reftrained the Riots of your ...
... haue hope You leffe know how to value her defert , Then the to fcant her dutie . Lear . Say ? How is that ? Reg . I cannot thinke my Sifter in the leaft Would faile her Obligation . If Sir perchance She haue reftrained the Riots of your ...
Strana 47
... haue Record , Triall did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the ayme : Keats here , swift as a shaft of sunlight , gives us a sudden glimpse into the depth of his reverence for Shakespeare and boundless admiration of his genius ...
... haue Record , Triall did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the ayme : Keats here , swift as a shaft of sunlight , gives us a sudden glimpse into the depth of his reverence for Shakespeare and boundless admiration of his genius ...
Strana 151
... haue mercy , how came it clouen ? Pand . Ile be sworne ' tis true , he will weepe you an'twere a man borne in Aprill . Sound a retreate . Cres . And Ile spring vp in his teares , an'twere a nettle against May . Pan . Do you know what a ...
... haue mercy , how came it clouen ? Pand . Ile be sworne ' tis true , he will weepe you an'twere a man borne in Aprill . Sound a retreate . Cres . And Ile spring vp in his teares , an'twere a nettle against May . Pan . Do you know what a ...
Strana 156
... haue galles , Good armes , strong ioynts , true swords , & Ioues accord , Ene . I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare , To set his sence on the attentiue bent , And then to speake . Ene . Trumpet blow loud , Send thy Brasse voyce through ...
... haue galles , Good armes , strong ioynts , true swords , & Ioues accord , Ene . I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare , To set his sence on the attentiue bent , And then to speake . Ene . Trumpet blow loud , Send thy Brasse voyce through ...
Strana 157
... haue soule in such a kinde , We left them all at home : Nest . Tell him of Nestor , one that was a man When Hectors Grandsire suckt : he is old now , · tell him from me , Ile hide my Siluer beard in a Gold Beauer , And in my Vantbrace ...
... haue soule in such a kinde , We left them all at home : Nest . Tell him of Nestor , one that was a man When Hectors Grandsire suckt : he is old now , · tell him from me , Ile hide my Siluer beard in a Gold Beauer , And in my Vantbrace ...
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Strana 69 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his 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.
Strana 56 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 60 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Strana 75 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 91 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Strana 26 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Strana 74 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Strana 110 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Strana 69 - ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i
Strana 111 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.