The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce, Díl 127,Svazek 2 |
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... soul ! seeming as burdened With lesser weight , but not with lesser woe , Was carried with more speed before the wind ; And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth , as we thought . At length , the other ( 10 ) ...
... soul ! seeming as burdened With lesser weight , but not with lesser woe , Was carried with more speed before the wind ; And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth , as we thought . At length , the other ( 10 ) ...
Strana 12
... Soul - killing witches that deform the body , Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such - like liberties of sin : ( 19 ) If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave : I greatly ...
... Soul - killing witches that deform the body , Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such - like liberties of sin : ( 19 ) If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave : I greatly ...
Strana 13
... souls , Of more pre - eminence than fish and fowls , Are masters to their females and their lords : Then let your ... soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain ...
... souls , Of more pre - eminence than fish and fowls , Are masters to their females and their lords : Then let your ... soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain ...
Strana 26
... soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would you create me new ? Transform me , then , and to your power I'll yield . But if that I am I , then well I know Your weeping sister is no wife ...
... soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would you create me new ? Transform me , then , and to your power I'll yield . But if that I am I , then well I know Your weeping sister is no wife ...
Strana 29
... soul Doth for a wife abhor . But her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But , lest myself be guilty to self - wrong , I'll ...
... soul Doth for a wife abhor . But her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But , lest myself be guilty to self - wrong , I'll ...
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Strana 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 236 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, Tu-who!
Strana 236 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 410 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Strana 378 - Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Strana 269 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!
Strana 382 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Strana 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.