The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night |
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Look , how the father ' s face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare
' s mind , and manners , brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines ;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish ' d at the eyes of ...
Look , how the father ' s face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare
' s mind , and manners , brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines ;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish ' d at the eyes of ...
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... and whatsoever might be repulsive in the magician is softened and made
attractive by the virtues of the man and the feelings of the father : Ariel links him
with the world above us , Caliban with the world beneath us , and Miranda “ (
thee , my ...
... and whatsoever might be repulsive in the magician is softened and made
attractive by the virtues of the man and the feelings of the father : Ariel links him
with the world above us , Caliban with the world beneath us , and Miranda “ (
thee , my ...
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Of the world whence her father was driven , its crimes and follies and sufferings ,
she knows nothing , he having studiously kept all such notices from her , to the
end , apparently , that nothing might thwart or hinder the plastic efficacies that ...
Of the world whence her father was driven , its crimes and follies and sufferings ,
she knows nothing , he having studiously kept all such notices from her , to the
end , apparently , that nothing might thwart or hinder the plastic efficacies that ...
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It is observable that Miranda does not perceive the working of her father ' s art
upon herself ; as , when he puts her to sleep , she attributes it to the strangeness
of his tale . And , on the other hand , he thinks she is not listening attentively to
what ...
It is observable that Miranda does not perceive the working of her father ' s art
upon herself ; as , when he puts her to sleep , she attributes it to the strangeness
of his tale . And , on the other hand , he thinks she is not listening attentively to
what ...
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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 . O ! I have suffered With
those ...
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 . O ! I have suffered With
those ...
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Seite 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Seite 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Seite xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 93 - 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.
Seite 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Seite 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...