Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volum 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Pàgina 10
... blood . In the management of this story , he has shown something wonderfully tender and passionate in the love - part , and very pitiful in the distress . HAMLET is founded on much the same tale with the " Electra " of Sophocles . In ...
... blood . In the management of this story , he has shown something wonderfully tender and passionate in the love - part , and very pitiful in the distress . HAMLET is founded on much the same tale with the " Electra " of Sophocles . In ...
Pàgina 11
... blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The furthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning in the ...
... blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The furthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning in the ...
Pàgina 15
... blood , But we will make it subject to this boy . Const . Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ...
... blood , But we will make it subject to this boy . Const . Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ...
Pàgina 16
... blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great com- mission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi . From that supernal Judge , that stirs good ...
... blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great com- mission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi . From that supernal Judge , that stirs good ...
Pàgina 18
... blood again , Which here we came to spout against your town , And leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , ' Tis not the rounder of your old - fac'd walls Can hide you from our ...
... blood again , Which here we came to spout against your town , And leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , ' Tis not the rounder of your old - fac'd walls Can hide you from our ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pàgina 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pàgina 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Pàgina 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pàgina 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Pàgina 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pàgina 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Pàgina 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...