The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 Seiten |
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... doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end thereof ...
... doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end thereof ...
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... ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
... ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
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... doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . CHARACTER OF A NOBLE COURTIER . In his youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - day in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to ...
... doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . CHARACTER OF A NOBLE COURTIER . In his youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - day in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to ...
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... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a ...
... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a ...
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... doth part The flux of company ; Anon , a careless herd , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; Ay , quoth Jaques , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look ...
... doth part The flux of company ; Anon , a careless herd , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; Ay , quoth Jaques , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look ...
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Ajax Antony art thou bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour hour Iago Jonson king KING HENRY VI kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words youth
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Seite 19 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 172 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 132 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Seite 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 278 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 90 - 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.
Seite 108 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 255 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Seite 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.