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מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 89
עמוד 32
... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself . It adds a precious seeing to the eye . As sweet and musical Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 3 . Ibid . As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair ; And when Love speaks , the ...
... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself . It adds a precious seeing to the eye . As sweet and musical Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 3 . Ibid . As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair ; And when Love speaks , the ...
עמוד 35
... beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Act v . Sc . 1 . 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 ...
... beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Act v . Sc . 1 . 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 ...
עמוד 41
... day world ! Ibid . Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Ibid . We'll have a swashing and a martial outside , As many other mannish cowards have . Ibid . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like SHAKESPEARE . 41.
... day world ! Ibid . Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Ibid . We'll have a swashing and a martial outside , As many other mannish cowards have . Ibid . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like SHAKESPEARE . 41.
עמוד 67
... beauty with my nails , I'd set my ten commandments in your face . King Henry VI . , Part II . Act i . Sc . 3 . Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep . Act iii . Sc . 1 . What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice ...
... beauty with my nails , I'd set my ten commandments in your face . King Henry VI . , Part II . Act i . Sc . 3 . Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep . Act iii . Sc . 1 . What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice ...
עמוד 77
... beauty to the sun . Ibid . Ibid . Saint - seducing gold . He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost . One fire burns out another's burning , One pain is lessened by another's anguish . Ibid . Act ...
... beauty to the sun . Ibid . Ibid . Saint - seducing gold . He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost . One fire burns out another's burning , One pain is lessened by another's anguish . Ibid . Act ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 91 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
עמוד 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
עמוד 272 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
עמוד 89 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
עמוד 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
עמוד 23 - 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 region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
עמוד 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
עמוד 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
עמוד 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
עמוד 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.