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מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 95
עמוד 11
... sound . Book ii . Canto xii . St. 70 . Through thick and thin , 1 both over bank and bush , In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i . St. 17 . Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew , And her conception of the ...
... sound . Book ii . Canto xii . St. 70 . Through thick and thin , 1 both over bank and bush , In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i . St. 17 . Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew , And her conception of the ...
עמוד 20
... and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . With foreheads villanous low . Deeper than did ever plummet sound , I'll drown my book . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In 20 SHAKESPEARE .
... and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . With foreheads villanous low . Deeper than did ever plummet sound , I'll drown my book . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In 20 SHAKESPEARE .
עמוד 40
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : 1 ' It is not nominated in the bond ...
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : 1 ' It is not nominated in the bond ...
עמוד 41
... sounds , Ibid . Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted . Ibid . How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines ...
... sounds , Ibid . Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted . Ibid . How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines ...
עמוד 44
... sound . Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness and mere oblivion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . As You Like It . Act ii . Sc . 7 . Blow , blow , thou winter wind ...
... sound . Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness and mere oblivion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . As You Like It . Act ii . Sc . 7 . Blow , blow , thou winter wind ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
angels Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson better blessed Book breath bright Cæsar Canto Childe Harold's Pilgrimage cloth Compare dark dead death Devil divine doth dream Dryden Dunciad earth edition Epistle Essay Faerie Queene fair Fcap fear flower fools give glory grave hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Henry Heywood's Proverbs honour hope HOWARD STAUNTON Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar King Lady light Line live look Lord man's Merchant of Venice merry mind morning nature ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost pleasure Plutarch Poets Pope Prologue rose Satire Satire vii Shakespeare silent sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul Speech spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee There's thine things THOMAS thought tongue truth unto viii virtue wind wise woman words young youth
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.