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 64
... kind , Both strength of limb and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them throughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not to ...
... kind , Both strength of limb and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them throughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not to ...
Pàgina 77
... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else * i'the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . I am a fool , Fair ...
... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else * i'the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . I am a fool , Fair ...
Pàgina 80
... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick , Yet , with my nobler reason , ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In ...
... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick , Yet , with my nobler reason , ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In ...
Pàgina 86
... kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests , The quality of persons , and the time ; And , like the haggard * , check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a practice , As full of labour as a wise man's art ...
... kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests , The quality of persons , and the time ; And , like the haggard * , check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a practice , As full of labour as a wise man's art ...
Pàgina 90
... kind , More than quick words do move a woman's mind . A LOVER'S BANISHMENT . And why not death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from her , Is self from self ; a ...
... kind , More than quick words do move a woman's mind . A LOVER'S BANISHMENT . And why not death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from her , Is self from self ; a ...
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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.