The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volum 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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Pàgina 7
... thought it their interest to keep them un printed . The author of it adds , at the conclusion , these words : Thank fortune for the ' scape it hath made among you , since , by the grand possessors wills , I believe you should rather ...
... thought it their interest to keep them un printed . The author of it adds , at the conclusion , these words : Thank fortune for the ' scape it hath made among you , since , by the grand possessors wills , I believe you should rather ...
Pàgina 10
... thought . He must mean , I take it , that the Greeks had pitched their tents upon the plains before Troy : and that the Trojans were securely barricaded within the walls and gates of their city . This sense my correction restores ...
... thought . He must mean , I take it , that the Greeks had pitched their tents upon the plains before Troy : and that the Trojans were securely barricaded within the walls and gates of their city . This sense my correction restores ...
Pàgina 17
... thought on of her , and ill - thought on of you : gone between and between , but small thanks for my labour . Tro . What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as ...
... thought on of her , and ill - thought on of you : gone between and between , but small thanks for my labour . Tro . What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as ...
Pàgina 19
... thought is so much better and nobler ex- pressed . Warburton . I think the present text may stand . Hector's patience was as a virtue , not variable and accidental , but fixed and constant . If I would alter it , it should be thus : He ...
... thought is so much better and nobler ex- pressed . Warburton . I think the present text may stand . Hector's patience was as a virtue , not variable and accidental , but fixed and constant . If I would alter it , it should be thus : He ...
Pàgina 27
... thought occurs also in Antony and Cleopatra : " The April's in her eyes : it is love's spring , " And these the showers to bring it on . " ? That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit , ] " Anthenor was 66 Steevens . ' Copious in words , and ...
... thought occurs also in Antony and Cleopatra : " The April's in her eyes : it is love's spring , " And these the showers to bring it on . " ? That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit , ] " Anthenor was 66 Steevens . ' Copious in words , and ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pàgina 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Pàgina 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Pàgina 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Pàgina 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pàgina 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Pàgina 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pàgina 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...