The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
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Pàgina 32
... change for an idle plume , Which the air beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy caset , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming ? FORNICATION AND MURDER EQUALED .
... change for an idle plume , Which the air beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy caset , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming ? FORNICATION AND MURDER EQUALED .
Pàgina 114
Hadst not thou been by , A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd , Quotedt , and sign'd , to do a deed of shame , This murder had not come into my mind . Hadst thou but shook thy head , or made a pause , When I spake darkly what I ...
Hadst not thou been by , A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd , Quotedt , and sign'd , to do a deed of shame , This murder had not come into my mind . Hadst thou but shook thy head , or made a pause , When I spake darkly what I ...
Pàgina 122
... Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives , some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : -For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps death his court : and there the antic ...
... Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives , some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : -For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps death his court : and there the antic ...
Pàgina 141
... tolling * from every flower The virtuous sweets ; Our thighs pack'd with wax , our mouths with honey , We bring it to the hive ; and , like the bees , Are murder'd for our pains . SCENE BETWEEN PRINCE HENRY AND HIS FATHER .
... tolling * from every flower The virtuous sweets ; Our thighs pack'd with wax , our mouths with honey , We bring it to the hive ; and , like the bees , Are murder'd for our pains . SCENE BETWEEN PRINCE HENRY AND HIS FATHER .
Pàgina 142
... From I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke , Ere. every region , apes of idleness ! Now , neighbour confines , purge you of your scum : Have you a ruffian , that will swear , drink , dance , Revel the night ; rob , murder ...
... From I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke , Ere. every region , apes of idleness ! Now , neighbour confines , purge you of your scum : Have you a ruffian , that will swear , drink , dance , Revel the night ; rob , murder ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 109 - 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.
Pàgina 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Pàgina 226 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Pàgina 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Pàgina 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pàgina 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
| Autors | William Shakespeare, William Dodd |
| Compilat per | William Dodd |
| Editor | J. Bumpus, 1824 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 5 Gen. 2007 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 385 pàgines |
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