The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 עמודים |
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עמוד lviii
... hear their vices flattered ; and of women masked , ashamed to show their faces at represen- tations which they were sufficiently abandoned to delight in . The jesting , lying , bold intriguing rake , whom Shakspeare ness . had rendered ...
... hear their vices flattered ; and of women masked , ashamed to show their faces at represen- tations which they were sufficiently abandoned to delight in . The jesting , lying , bold intriguing rake , whom Shakspeare ness . had rendered ...
עמוד 17
... hear The motley fool thus moral on the time , My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh , sans intermission , An hour by his dial - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's ...
... hear The motley fool thus moral on the time , My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh , sans intermission , An hour by his dial - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's ...
עמוד 21
... hear , It is a pretty youth : not very pretty : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did heal ...
... hear , It is a pretty youth : not very pretty : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did heal ...
עמוד 23
... hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , A3 much , or more , we should ourselves complain . DEFAMATION . I see , the jewel , best enamelled , Will lose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides still , That others touch ...
... hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , A3 much , or more , we should ourselves complain . DEFAMATION . I see , the jewel , best enamelled , Will lose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides still , That others touch ...
עמוד 25
... hear : All these old witnesses ( I cannot err , ) Tell me , thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . ACT I. SELF - DENIAL . BRAVE conquerors ! -for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the ...
... hear : All these old witnesses ( I cannot err , ) Tell me , thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . ACT I. SELF - DENIAL . BRAVE conquerors ! -for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the ...
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Ajax Antony art thou bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour hour Iago Jonson king KING HENRY VI kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words youth
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עמוד 19 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
עמוד 172 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
עמוד 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
עמוד 132 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
עמוד 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the 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...
עמוד 278 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
עמוד 90 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
עמוד 108 - 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?
עמוד 255 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
עמוד 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.