The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, כרך 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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עמוד 23
... hand ? If we would think that Shake- peare wrote fenfe , we muft fay , he wrote the Fancy's midwife : and this is a title the most à propos in the world , as it introduces all that is faid afterwards of her vagaries . Befides , it ...
... hand ? If we would think that Shake- peare wrote fenfe , we muft fay , he wrote the Fancy's midwife : and this is a title the most à propos in the world , as it introduces all that is faid afterwards of her vagaries . Befides , it ...
עמוד 26
... hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth too dear ! So ...
... hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth too dear ! So ...
עמוד 28
... hand ( 12 ) [ To Juliet . This holy fhrine , the gentle fine is this ; My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand , To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . Jul . Good pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much , Which mannerly ...
... hand ( 12 ) [ To Juliet . This holy fhrine , the gentle fine is this ; My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand , To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . Jul . Good pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much , Which mannerly ...
עמוד 32
... hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand , That I might touch that cheek ! Jul . Ah me ! Rom . She speaks . Oh , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art ( 14 ) ( 14 ) 0 , Speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to ...
... hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand , That I might touch that cheek ! Jul . Ah me ! Rom . She speaks . Oh , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art ( 14 ) ( 14 ) 0 , Speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to ...
עמוד 33
... hand , nor foot , Nor arm , nor face - nor any other part . What's in a name ? that which we call a rose , By any other name would fmell as sweet . So Romeo would , were he not Romeo call'd , Retain that dear perfection which he owes ...
... hand , nor foot , Nor arm , nor face - nor any other part . What's in a name ? that which we call a rose , By any other name would fmell as sweet . So Romeo would , were he not Romeo call'd , Retain that dear perfection which he owes ...
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עמוד 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
עמוד 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
עמוד 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
עמוד 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
עמוד 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
עמוד 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
עמוד 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
עמוד 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
עמוד 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
עמוד 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.