Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic Poet |
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Pàgina ix
But Shakespeare was born to higher honours than any to be derived from a Pagan apotheosis . He lives in the heart of every man of correct taste — he dwells on the lip of eloquence — he gives life , and soul , and energy to every feeling ...
But Shakespeare was born to higher honours than any to be derived from a Pagan apotheosis . He lives in the heart of every man of correct taste — he dwells on the lip of eloquence — he gives life , and soul , and energy to every feeling ...
Pàgina x
A contemporary writer on Ecclesiastical History , speaking of that best of books , the Bible , thus expresses himself : “ One little book , which I can carry in my bosom , and refer to in every exigence of moment to my soul's peace , is ...
A contemporary writer on Ecclesiastical History , speaking of that best of books , the Bible , thus expresses himself : “ One little book , which I can carry in my bosom , and refer to in every exigence of moment to my soul's peace , is ...
Pàgina xii
all the most minute and secret artifices by which a feeling steals into our souls ; of all the imperceptible advantages which it there gains ; of all the stratagems by which every other passion is made subservient to it , till it ...
all the most minute and secret artifices by which a feeling steals into our souls ; of all the imperceptible advantages which it there gains ; of all the stratagems by which every other passion is made subservient to it , till it ...
Pàgina 5
... he desired it might be done immediately : upon which Shakespeare gave him these four verses : “ Ten in the hundred lies here ingraved , ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not saved ; If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ?
... he desired it might be done immediately : upon which Shakespeare gave him these four verses : “ Ten in the hundred lies here ingraved , ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not saved ; If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ?
Pàgina 13
The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel : But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each unhatch'd , unfledged comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in ...
The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel : But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each unhatch'd , unfledged comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in ...
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Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1863 |
Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1856 |
Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1872 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 249 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 364 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pàgina 120 - 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.
Pàgina 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Pàgina 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 249 - 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 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...