Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... he took him home to his cell , and taught him to speak ; and Prospero would have been very kind to him , but the bad nature which Calihan inherited from B his mother Sycorax would not let him learn any thing THE TEMPEST.
... he took him home to his cell , and taught him to speak ; and Prospero would have been very kind to him , but the bad nature which Calihan inherited from B his mother Sycorax would not let him learn any thing THE TEMPEST.
Pàgina 5
... kind lord of my court , one Gonzalo , who loved me , had privately placed in the boat water , provisions , apparel , and some books which I prize above my dukedom . ' " O my father , " said Miranda , " what a trouble must I have been to ...
... kind lord of my court , one Gonzalo , who loved me , had privately placed in the boat water , provisions , apparel , and some books which I prize above my dukedom . ' " O my father , " said Miranda , " what a trouble must I have been to ...
Pàgina 13
... kind words which Prospero spoke , meaning to comfort his brother , so filled Antonio with shame and remorse , that he wept and was unable to speak ; and the kind old Gonzalo wept to see this joyful reconciliation , and prayed for ...
... kind words which Prospero spoke , meaning to comfort his brother , so filled Antonio with shame and remorse , that he wept and was unable to speak ; and the kind old Gonzalo wept to see this joyful reconciliation , and prayed for ...
Pàgina 23
... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Fair ...
... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Fair ...
Pàgina 24
... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the quick , Yet , with my nobler reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue ...
... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the quick , Yet , with my nobler reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue ...
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affection Angelo answer Antonio appeared asked Beatrice began better brother brought called child Claudio comes court daughter dead dear death desired doth duke Enter Extract eyes fair father fear follow fortune friar gave gentle give given gone grace Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Helena Hero honour hope hour husband Isabel kind king knew lady Lear leave live look lord maid manner married master means mind mother nature never night noble once Orlando Othello pass Pericles poor pray present prince Proteus queen replied rich ring Romeo seemed seen sent servant sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet talk tell thee thing thou thought Timon told took true turn Valentine wife wish young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 336 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 134 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pàgina 103 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Pàgina 409 - 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 47 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 466 - 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.
Pàgina 237 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou '1t come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Pàgina 126 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Pàgina 255 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Pàgina 14 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.