The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 pàgines |
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Pàgina 34
... fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains , That ... fear , That makes these odds all even . THE TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION . O , I do fear thee , Claudio ; and I ...
... fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains , That ... fear , That makes these odds all even . THE TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION . O , I do fear thee , Claudio ; and I ...
Pàgina 36
... fear of death . VIRTUE AND GOODNESS . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . A BAWD . The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a ...
... fear of death . VIRTUE AND GOODNESS . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . A BAWD . The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a ...
Pàgina 49
... fear of kings ; mercy is above the sceptred sway , But It is enthroned in the hearts of kings , It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's , When mercy seasons justice . FORTUNE . For herein ...
... fear of kings ; mercy is above the sceptred sway , But It is enthroned in the hearts of kings , It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's , When mercy seasons justice . FORTUNE . For herein ...
Pàgina 58
... shiver and look pale , Make periods in the midst of sentences , * The flews are the large chaps of a hound . + Are made of mere imagination . Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears , And , 58 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... shiver and look pale , Make periods in the midst of sentences , * The flews are the large chaps of a hound . + Are made of mere imagination . Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears , And , 58 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
Pàgina 59
... fears , And , in conclusion , dumbly have broke off , Not paying me a welcome : Trust me , sweet , Out of this silence , yet , I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much , as from the rattling tongue Of saucy ...
... fears , And , in conclusion , dumbly have broke off , Not paying me a welcome : Trust me , sweet , Out of this silence , yet , I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much , as from the rattling tongue Of saucy ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek CORDELIA CORIOLANUS Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA doth dream ears earth eyes fair false farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief Hamlet hand hang hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hell honour i'the Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Macd maid Mark Antony moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus pity poison'd poor prince Queen revenge Romeo shake shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee Ther There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Tybalt Ulyss vex'd villain virtue weep wife wilt wind words wretch youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 109 - 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 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, 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 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Pàgina 226 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Pàgina 245 - ... 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.
Pàgina 266 - 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 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.