The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 pàgines |
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Pàgina 19
... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; • Violent . † Trite , common : Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; • Violent . † Trite , common : Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
Pàgina 20
... thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing , heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh , ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , ...
... thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing , heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh , ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , ...
Pàgina 22
... thou art inclined to sleep . a CUPID'S PARENTAGE . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus , that was begot of thought , f conceiv'd of spleen , and born of madness ; that blind rascally boy , that abuses every one's eyes , because his ...
... thou art inclined to sleep . a CUPID'S PARENTAGE . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus , that was begot of thought , f conceiv'd of spleen , and born of madness ; that blind rascally boy , that abuses every one's eyes , because his ...
Pàgina 25
... thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . ACT I. SELF - DENIAL , BRAVE conquerors ! -for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the world's desires . VANITY OF PLEASURE . Why , all delights ...
... thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . ACT I. SELF - DENIAL , BRAVE conquerors ! -for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the world's desires . VANITY OF PLEASURE . Why , all delights ...
Pàgina 34
... to raze the sanctuary , And pitch our evils there ? O , fy , fy , fy ! * Attested , stamped . † Preserved from the corruption of the world . See 2 Kings , x . 27 . 1 What dost thou ? or what art thou , Angelo 34 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... to raze the sanctuary , And pitch our evils there ? O , fy , fy , fy ! * Attested , stamped . † Preserved from the corruption of the world . See 2 Kings , x . 27 . 1 What dost thou ? or what art thou , Angelo 34 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from ... William Shakespeare,William Dodd Visualització completa - 1854 |
The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1853 |
The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1849 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ajax Antony art thou bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief Guiderius hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Pàgina 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pàgina 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Pàgina 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; 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...
Pàgina 101 - 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 125 - 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 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Pàgina 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 216 - ... 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.