New Illustrations of the Life, Studies, and Writings of Shakespeare, כרך 2J. B. Nichols and Son, 1845 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 44
עמוד 13
... hand that writ it.— We have suffered a great deal of the poetry of life and manners to slip away from us ; and few , in these times , had ever the opportunity of being placed in such a scene as that which the King conjured up before the ...
... hand that writ it.— We have suffered a great deal of the poetry of life and manners to slip away from us ; and few , in these times , had ever the opportunity of being placed in such a scene as that which the King conjured up before the ...
עמוד 14
... hand be called , Canonized , and worshipped as a saint , That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life . - Act iii . sc . 1 . It is a speech of Pandulf . Shakespeare , it may be said , is only writing in the character of the ...
... hand be called , Canonized , and worshipped as a saint , That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life . - Act iii . sc . 1 . It is a speech of Pandulf . Shakespeare , it may be said , is only writing in the character of the ...
עמוד 16
... hand of war . This is a most extraordinary interference with the genuine text of Shakespeare : for not only does the word " infection , " which appears in all the editions quarto or folio , afford a sufficiently good sense , but it is ...
... hand of war . This is a most extraordinary interference with the genuine text of Shakespeare : for not only does the word " infection , " which appears in all the editions quarto or folio , afford a sufficiently good sense , but it is ...
עמוד 19
... hand the sword of state , he is atten- tively listening to an advocate pleading in a soothing tone against an unfortu- nate peasant , who trembling waits in the most suppliant posture the decree that is to determine his fate . Death at ...
... hand the sword of state , he is atten- tively listening to an advocate pleading in a soothing tone against an unfortu- nate peasant , who trembling waits in the most suppliant posture the decree that is to determine his fate . Death at ...
עמוד 61
... hand Of that black name , Edward , black prince of Wales ; Whiles that his MOUNTAIN SIRE , -on mountain standing , Up in the air , crown'd with the golden sun , - Saw his heroical seed , and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature ...
... hand Of that black name , Edward , black prince of Wales ; Whiles that his MOUNTAIN SIRE , -on mountain standing , Up in the air , crown'd with the golden sun , - Saw his heroical seed , and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature ...
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acquainted appears Banquo beautiful Cæsar called character chronicler church Coriolanus Countess Countess of Northumberland criticism death doth doubt dramatic Duchess of Burgundy Earl edition Edward England English evidence expression Falstaff folio French ghost Giles Fletcher give GUIDERIUS Hamlet hath heaven Henry the Fourth honour intended Italian Juliet Julius Cæsar King Henry King Richard lady Lord Macbeth Malone meaning mind modern editors murder night occurs old copies Oldcastle Ophelia original Othello passage perhaps person play Plutarch poem Poet Poet's Polonius Prince printed probably quarto Queen Elizabeth reign remarkable Romeo Romeo and Juliet says scene seems sense Shake Shakespeare shew shewn Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Thomas sleep soul speak speare speech Steevens story supposed thee Thomas Nash thou thought tion tragedy unto Variorum Verona verses Warwickshire William witches word writers written wrote
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 206 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
עמוד 55 - 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...
עמוד 173 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
עמוד 335 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
עמוד 175 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
עמוד 9 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
עמוד 273 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
עמוד 14 - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
עמוד 164 - I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is But what is not.
עמוד 171 - 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...