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Let order die : And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a
lingering act : But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all bofoms ; that
each heart being set On bloody courses , the rude scene may end , And darkness
be ...
Let order die : And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a
lingering act : But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all bofoms ; that
each heart being set On bloody courses , the rude scene may end , And darkness
be ...
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Nor stony tower , nor walls of beaten brass , Nor airless dungeon , nor strong
links of iron , Can be retentive to the strength of spirit ; But life , being weary of
those worldly bars , Never lacks power to dismiss itself . If I know this -- know , all
the ...
Nor stony tower , nor walls of beaten brass , Nor airless dungeon , nor strong
links of iron , Can be retentive to the strength of spirit ; But life , being weary of
those worldly bars , Never lacks power to dismiss itself . If I know this -- know , all
the ...
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There's language in her eye , her cheek , her lip ; Nay her foot speaks , her
wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body . O these
encounterers , so glib of tongue , That give a coafting welcome ere it comes , And
wide unclasp ...
There's language in her eye , her cheek , her lip ; Nay her foot speaks , her
wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body . O these
encounterers , so glib of tongue , That give a coafting welcome ere it comes , And
wide unclasp ...
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William Shakespeare. WARLIKE SPIRIT . Now all the youth of England are on fire
, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies : Now thrive the armourers , and
honour's thought Reigns folely in the breast of every man : They sell the pasture
now ...
William Shakespeare. WARLIKE SPIRIT . Now all the youth of England are on fire
, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies : Now thrive the armourers , and
honour's thought Reigns folely in the breast of every man : They sell the pasture
now ...
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Come not in here , nuncle , here's a spirit . Help me , help me ; [ The Fool runs out
from the Hovel . Kent . Give me thy hand . Who's there ? Fool . A spirit , a spirit !
He says , his name's poor Tom . Kent . What art thou , that dost grumble there i ...
Come not in here , nuncle , here's a spirit . Help me , help me ; [ The Fool runs out
from the Hovel . Kent . Give me thy hand . Who's there ? Fool . A spirit , a spirit !
He says , his name's poor Tom . Kent . What art thou , that dost grumble there i ...
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Seite 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Seite 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 137 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Seite 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 67 - 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.
Seite 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
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| Titel | The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Ausgabe | 6 |
| Veröffentlicht | 1796 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 26. Okt. 2007 |
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