The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, Volum 2 |
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Pàgina 5
... thou bend thy eyes upon the earth , And start so often , when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks , And given my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick - ey'd mufing , and curs'd melancholy ? In ...
... thou bend thy eyes upon the earth , And start so often , when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks , And given my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick - ey'd mufing , and curs'd melancholy ? In ...
Pàgina 15
... Thou trembleft , and the whitenefs in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even fuch a man , fo faint , fo fpiritlefs , So dull , fo dead in look , fo woe - be - gone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And ...
... Thou trembleft , and the whitenefs in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even fuch a man , fo faint , fo fpiritlefs , So dull , fo dead in look , fo woe - be - gone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And ...
Pàgina 16
... thou nice crutch ; A fcaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Muft glove this hand : And hence , thou fickly quoif , Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , Which princes , flesh'd with conqueft , aim to hit . Now bind my brows with ...
... thou nice crutch ; A fcaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Muft glove this hand : And hence , thou fickly quoif , Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , Which princes , flesh'd with conqueft , aim to hit . Now bind my brows with ...
Pàgina 17
... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Did't thou beat heav'n with bleffing Bolingbroke , Before he was , what thou would't have him be ? And now , being trim'd up in thine own defires , Thou , beaftly feeder , art fo full of him , That ...
... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Did't thou beat heav'n with bleffing Bolingbroke , Before he was , what thou would't have him be ? And now , being trim'd up in thine own defires , Thou , beaftly feeder , art fo full of him , That ...
Pàgina 18
... thou dull god , why ly'ft thou with the vile In loathfome beds , and leav'ft the kingly couch A watch - cafe to a common larum - bell ? Wilt thou , upon the high and giddy mast , Seal up the ship - boys eyes , and rock his brains , In ...
... thou dull god , why ly'ft thou with the vile In loathfome beds , and leav'ft the kingly couch A watch - cafe to a common larum - bell ? Wilt thou , upon the high and giddy mast , Seal up the ship - boys eyes , and rock his brains , In ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 101 - 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 101 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pàgina 142 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Pàgina 239 - 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 102 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 122 - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
Pàgina 52 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pàgina 93 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
Pàgina 110 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pàgina 116 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...