Henry V: With the Famous Temple NotesGrosset & Dunlap, 1909 - 187 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 24
עמוד xi
... LOOK HOW WE READ THE SPARTANS WERE INFLAMED WITH BOLD TYRTEUS ' VERSE ; WHEN THOU ART NAMED So SHALL OUR ENGLISH YOUTHS URGE ON , AND CRY AN AGINCOURT ! AN AGINCOURT ! OR DIE . " 1 Cp . Apology for Poetry ( Arber's Reprint , pp . 63 ...
... LOOK HOW WE READ THE SPARTANS WERE INFLAMED WITH BOLD TYRTEUS ' VERSE ; WHEN THOU ART NAMED So SHALL OUR ENGLISH YOUTHS URGE ON , AND CRY AN AGINCOURT ! AN AGINCOURT ! OR DIE . " 1 Cp . Apology for Poetry ( Arber's Reprint , pp . 63 ...
עמוד xxvi
... look to the justice of the cause and be answerable for it — and answerable , moreover , for some unrepented sins of those whom a false quarrel may bring to death prematurely and in ill blood ; -a clear principle enough and palpable to ...
... look to the justice of the cause and be answerable for it — and answerable , moreover , for some unrepented sins of those whom a false quarrel may bring to death prematurely and in ill blood ; -a clear principle enough and palpable to ...
עמוד 18
... Look back into your mighty ancestors : Go , my dread lord , to your great - grandsire's tomb , From whom you claim ; invoke his warlike spirit , And your great - uncle's , Edward the Black Prince , 110 Who on the French ground play'd a ...
... Look back into your mighty ancestors : Go , my dread lord , to your great - grandsire's tomb , From whom you claim ; invoke his warlike spirit , And your great - uncle's , Edward the Black Prince , 110 Who on the French ground play'd a ...
עמוד 28
... look on us . 280 And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven- geance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this ...
... look on us . 280 And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven- geance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this ...
עמוד 42
... Look ye , how they change ! 61. " Who are the late commissioners ? " ; Vaughan conj . " Who ask the late commissions ? " ; Collier MS . " the state c . " ; but no change is necessary ; “ late commissioners ” = “ lately appointed ...
... Look ye , how they change ! 61. " Who are the late commissioners ? " ; Vaughan conj . " Who ask the late commissions ? " ; Collier MS . " the state c . " ; but no change is necessary ; “ late commissioners ” = “ lately appointed ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Agincourt Alice Archbishop of Canterbury army Aunchient Bard Bardolph Bates battle Bedford blood brother camp Cant Capell Captain Chorus conj constable Constable of France cousin crown Dauphin devil doth dramatic duke Duke of Burgundy Earl emendation of Ff England English Enter King Henry Exeter Exeunt Exit fair falconry Falstaff Fluellen folio France French friends give Gloucester glove Gower grace Harfleur hath heart Henry's herald Holinshed honor horse host Hugh Capet imbar ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Kate Kath Katharine king's knight leek liege look Lord Scroop Macedon Macmorris majesty mercy Monmouth caps Montjoy never noble numbers Pist Pistol play Poet princes Prol Prologue quarto ransom reading Salic law Salique scene Shakespeare soldier soul speak spirit Steevens sword tell thee Theobald thou throne tion treason unto valor Westmoreland words
קטעים בולטים
עמוד xxxii - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
עמוד 118 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say To-morrow is Saint Crispian :' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
עמוד 95 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
עמוד 63 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
עמוד 6 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
עמוד 105 - God : war is his beadle, war is his vengeance ; so that here men are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel : where they feared the death they have borne life away ; ( and where they would be safe they perish : Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's : but every subject's soul is his own.
עמוד 119 - And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
עמוד 62 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage ; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head, Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
עמוד 110 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their...
עמוד 49 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...