The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 6-10 z 44
Strana 45
... husband of his wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down sharply . Difpatch the most convenient meffenger ; When , haply , he shall hear ...
... husband of his wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down sharply . Difpatch the most convenient meffenger ; When , haply , he shall hear ...
Strana 66
... husband hies him home ; where , Heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good Lord the King , We'll be before our welcome . Wid . Gentle Madam , You never had a fervant , to whose truft Your bufinefs was more welcome . Hel . Nor you ...
... husband hies him home ; where , Heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good Lord the King , We'll be before our welcome . Wid . Gentle Madam , You never had a fervant , to whose truft Your bufinefs was more welcome . Hel . Nor you ...
Strana 67
... husband . But , O ftrange men ! That can fuch sweet use make of what they hate , When fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , for that which is away . But more of ...
... husband . But , O ftrange men ! That can fuch sweet use make of what they hate , When fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , for that which is away . But more of ...
Strana 78
... husband for her . [ To Bertram . Ber . My Lord , this is a fond and defp'rate creature , Whom fometime I have laugh'd with : let your High- nefs Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour , Than for to think that I would fink it here ...
... husband for her . [ To Bertram . Ber . My Lord , this is a fond and defp'rate creature , Whom fometime I have laugh'd with : let your High- nefs Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour , Than for to think that I would fink it here ...
Strana 79
... husband ) , Send for your ring , I will return it home , And give me mine again . Ber . I have it not . King . What ring was your's , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the fame upon your finger . King . Know you this ring ? this ring ...
... husband ) , Send for your ring , I will return it home , And give me mine again . Ber . I have it not . King . What ring was your's , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the fame upon your finger . King . Know you this ring ? this ring ...
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth beft Bithynia blood Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fent fervant fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftay ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand uſe whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Strana 84 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.