The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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Pàgina xi
... fhew fomething upon the fame sub- ject at least as well written by Shakspeare . " The latter part of his life was spent , as all men of good fenfe will with theirs may be , in eafe , retirement , and the converfation of his friends . He ...
... fhew fomething upon the fame sub- ject at least as well written by Shakspeare . " The latter part of his life was spent , as all men of good fenfe will with theirs may be , in eafe , retirement , and the converfation of his friends . He ...
Pàgina 5
... fhew'd his back above The element they liv'd in . In his living Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and iflands Were as plates dropt from his pocket . -If there be , or ever were , one fuch , ' Tis paft the fize of dreaming . Nature ...
... fhew'd his back above The element they liv'd in . In his living Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and iflands Were as plates dropt from his pocket . -If there be , or ever were , one fuch , ' Tis paft the fize of dreaming . Nature ...
Pàgina 31
... fhew of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but fome fober brow Will blefs it , and approve it with a text , Hiding the groffnefs with fair ornament ? There is no vice fo fimple , but affumes Some mark of virtue on its outward ...
... fhew of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but fome fober brow Will blefs it , and approve it with a text , Hiding the groffnefs with fair ornament ? There is no vice fo fimple , but affumes Some mark of virtue on its outward ...
Pàgina 33
... fhew evil . DESPAIR . King John , A. 3. Sc . 3 . Do not repent thefe things ; for they are heavier Than all thy woes can ftir : therefore betake thee To nothing but defpair . A thousand knees , Ten thousand years together , naked ...
... fhew evil . DESPAIR . King John , A. 3. Sc . 3 . Do not repent thefe things ; for they are heavier Than all thy woes can ftir : therefore betake thee To nothing but defpair . A thousand knees , Ten thousand years together , naked ...
Pàgina 38
... fhew of truth Can cunning fin cover itself withal ! Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witnefs fimple virtue ? Would you not swear ,. All you that fee her , that fhe were a maid , By these exterior fhews ? But fhe is none : She ...
... fhew of truth Can cunning fin cover itself withal ! Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witnefs fimple virtue ? Would you not swear ,. All you that fee her , that fhe were a maid , By these exterior fhews ? But fhe is none : She ...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1783 |
The Beauties of Shakespeare; Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1783 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt Antony Antony and Cleopatra Apem blood Brutus Caffius Clown Coriolanus Cymbeline death deed doft thou doth Duke Exeunt eyes falfe father fear feem fhall fhew fhould firft fleep fmile fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fweet fword Gentlemen of Verona Ghoft give grace Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry IV himſelf honour Iago Ibid Ifab itſelf Julius Cæfar King Henry King Lear King Richard King Richard III Lady Lear look Lord Macb Macbeth Meaſure Merchant of Venice moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf never night noble Othello pleaſe Pleb poor Prince purpoſe reafon Romeo ſhall ſhe ſpeak tears tell thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens tongue uſe whofe Winter's Tale yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pàgina 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Pàgina 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Pàgina 137 - 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.
Pàgina 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Pàgina 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Pàgina 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pàgina 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Pàgina 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.