The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Illustrated ; Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Band 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 Seiten |
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... mistress , was " The Merry Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree ...
... mistress , was " The Merry Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree ...
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... Mistress Hall . Something of Shakspeare was in that ; but this Wholly of him , with whom she's now in bliss . Then , passenger , hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with ...
... Mistress Hall . Something of Shakspeare was in that ; but this Wholly of him , with whom she's now in bliss . Then , passenger , hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with ...
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... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that : kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow monster : -1 afeard of him ? -a ...
... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that : kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow monster : -1 afeard of him ? -a ...
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... mistress , which I serve , quickens what's dead , And makes my labors pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them ...
... mistress , which I serve , quickens what's dead , And makes my labors pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them ...
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... mistress , If you'll sit down , I'll bear your logs the while : Pray , give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature ; I'd rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonor undergo , While ...
... mistress , If you'll sit down , I'll bear your logs the while : Pray , give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature ; I'd rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonor undergo , While ...
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Seite 373 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Seite 51 - 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 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 67 - 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 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 56 - 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, pronounced 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 465 - ... of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Seite 68 - I made shake ; and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth, -• By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required 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 346 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Seite 62 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..