The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Volum 1 |
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... turn'd it carelessly and superciliously over , were just upon returning it to him with an ill - natur'd answer , that it would be of no service to their company , when Shakespear luckily cast his eye upon it , and found something so ...
... turn'd it carelessly and superciliously over , were just upon returning it to him with an ill - natur'd answer , that it would be of no service to their company , when Shakespear luckily cast his eye upon it , and found something so ...
Pàgina 13
... Turn'd all to teares , and Phoebus clouds his rayes : That corps , that coffin , now besticke those bayes , Which crown'd him Poet first , then Poets ' King . If Tragedies might any Prologue have , All those he made , would scarce make ...
... Turn'd all to teares , and Phoebus clouds his rayes : That corps , that coffin , now besticke those bayes , Which crown'd him Poet first , then Poets ' King . If Tragedies might any Prologue have , All those he made , would scarce make ...
Pàgina 13
... turn themselves any way as it might happen ; if the prince of the light of heaven , which now as a giant doth run his unwearied course should , as it were , through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself ; if the ...
... turn themselves any way as it might happen ; if the prince of the light of heaven , which now as a giant doth run his unwearied course should , as it were , through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself ; if the ...
Pàgina 13
... turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud , Losing his verdure even in the prime , And all the fair effects of future hopes . But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee , That art a votary to fond desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the ...
... turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud , Losing his verdure even in the prime , And all the fair effects of future hopes . But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee , That art a votary to fond desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the ...
Pàgina 13
... turn not , you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake . [ Giving a ring . PRO . Why , then we ' ll make exchange ; here , take you this . JUL . And seal the bargain with a holy kiss . ( 3 ) PRO . Here is my ...
... turn not , you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake . [ Giving a ring . PRO . Why , then we ' ll make exchange ; here , take you this . JUL . And seal the bargain with a holy kiss . ( 3 ) PRO . Here is my ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pàgina 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. 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...
Pàgina 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pàgina 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.