Essays on Shakespeare and His WorksSir Spenser St. John Smith, Elder & Company, 1908 - 311 Seiten |
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... looks down for the last time upon her lover in the garden . The livery of past delight had settled on them both - she fancies she beholds him dead at the bottom of a tomb : he is no less struck by her colourless cheeks ; and then the ...
... looks down for the last time upon her lover in the garden . The livery of past delight had settled on them both - she fancies she beholds him dead at the bottom of a tomb : he is no less struck by her colourless cheeks ; and then the ...
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... look you there , look how it steals away ! My father in his habit as he lived ! Look where he goes even now at the portal ! As Hamlet's mother had her senses sealed up , so 50 ESSAYS ON SHAKESPEARE.
... look you there , look how it steals away ! My father in his habit as he lived ! Look where he goes even now at the portal ! As Hamlet's mother had her senses sealed up , so 50 ESSAYS ON SHAKESPEARE.
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... looks upon his wronger as a detestable object of vengeance . It is not natural , there- fore , to make Iago speak of the Moor as of a free and open nature , which if he stooped to stain the bed of his dependant he could not be . But the ...
... looks upon his wronger as a detestable object of vengeance . It is not natural , there- fore , to make Iago speak of the Moor as of a free and open nature , which if he stooped to stain the bed of his dependant he could not be . But the ...
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... look for anything co - ordinated according to the nature with which we are acquainted . Prospero , and the son of Sycorax , and the three bearded old ladies who meet us on the Scottish heath , are scarcely more out of harmony with the ...
... look for anything co - ordinated according to the nature with which we are acquainted . Prospero , and the son of Sycorax , and the three bearded old ladies who meet us on the Scottish heath , are scarcely more out of harmony with the ...
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... looks , Infusing him with self and vain conceit , As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable , and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall , and farewell king ! Cover ...
... looks , Infusing him with self and vain conceit , As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable , and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall , and farewell king ! Cover ...
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Seite 87 - 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 watery moon; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 228 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Seite 69 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 191 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Seite 184 - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Seite 131 - Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...
Seite 68 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Seite 143 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Seite 249 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 67 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...