Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human MindF. Bell, 1851 - 418 Seiten |
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... pity with our mothers ; And when we have our armours buckled on , H. V. iv . 3 . The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords . T. C. v . 3 . Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ; Lash hence these over - weening rags of France ...
... pity with our mothers ; And when we have our armours buckled on , H. V. iv . 3 . The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords . T. C. v . 3 . Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ; Lash hence these over - weening rags of France ...
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... pity me , open the door , A beggar begs that never begg'd before . You taught me first to beg ; and now , methinks , You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd . R. II . v . 3 . M. V. iv . 1 . BEGONE . Rogues , hence , avaunt ! vanish ...
... pity me , open the door , A beggar begs that never begg'd before . You taught me first to beg ; and now , methinks , You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd . R. II . v . 3 . M. V. iv . 1 . BEGONE . Rogues , hence , avaunt ! vanish ...
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... pity bounty had not eyes behind ; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . T. A. i . 2 . Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . T. A. i . 1 . For his bounty , There was no winter in't ; an autumn ...
... pity bounty had not eyes behind ; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . T. A. i . 2 . Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . T. A. i . 1 . For his bounty , There was no winter in't ; an autumn ...
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... pity , and a hand Open as day for melting charity . CHARM . For a charm of powerful trouble Like a hell - broth boil and bubble . Then I beat my tabor , H. IV . PT . II . iv . 4 . Μ . iv . 1 . At which , like unback'd colts , they prick ...
... pity , and a hand Open as day for melting charity . CHARM . For a charm of powerful trouble Like a hell - broth boil and bubble . Then I beat my tabor , H. IV . PT . II . iv . 4 . Μ . iv . 1 . At which , like unback'd colts , they prick ...
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... pity them . 0. i . 3 . King Edward.- What love , think'st thou , I sue so much to get ? Lady Grey . My love till death , my humble thanks , my prayers ; That love , which virtue begs , and virtue grants . H. VI . PT . III . iii . 2 ...
... pity them . 0. i . 3 . King Edward.- What love , think'st thou , I sue so much to get ? Lady Grey . My love till death , my humble thanks , my prayers ; That love , which virtue begs , and virtue grants . H. VI . PT . III . iii . 2 ...
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A. W. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks continued coward crown dead death deeds devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.VI hand hang hate hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour Julius Cæsar K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii M. V. iii men's moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor praise prince R. J. iii rich Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand swear sweet sword T. N. iii tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true valour VIII villain virtue W.T. iv weep wind words youth РТ Сут
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Seite 102 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 21 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Seite 5 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Seite 5 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Seite 334 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 158 - 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 245 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Seite 158 - 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 222 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 123 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.