The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth nightJ. Munroe, 1851 |
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Стр. xxiv
... merry Greek , tart Aristophanes , Neat Terence , witty Plautus , now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie , As they were not of Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a ...
... merry Greek , tart Aristophanes , Neat Terence , witty Plautus , now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie , As they were not of Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a ...
Стр. xxxi
... Merry Wives of Windsor . Measure for Measure . The Comedy of Errors . Much Ado about Nothing . Love's Labour's Lost . A Midsummer - Night's Dream . The Merchant of Venice . As You Like It . The Taming of The Shrew . All's Well That Ends ...
... Merry Wives of Windsor . Measure for Measure . The Comedy of Errors . Much Ado about Nothing . Love's Labour's Lost . A Midsummer - Night's Dream . The Merchant of Venice . As You Like It . The Taming of The Shrew . All's Well That Ends ...
Стр. xxxiii
... Merry Wives of Windsor . Twelfth Night , or What You Will . ( Measure for Measure . Much Ado about Nothing . A Midsummer - Night's Dream . Love's Labour's Lost . The Merchant of Venice . As You Like It . Vol . III . Vol . IV . Vol . V ...
... Merry Wives of Windsor . Twelfth Night , or What You Will . ( Measure for Measure . Much Ado about Nothing . A Midsummer - Night's Dream . Love's Labour's Lost . The Merchant of Venice . As You Like It . Vol . III . Vol . IV . Vol . V ...
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... merry enough at the " credulous monster ; " but in his vigour of thought and purpose he soon conceives such a scorn at their childish interest in whatever trinkets and gewgaws meet their eye , as fairly drives off his fit of ...
... merry enough at the " credulous monster ; " but in his vigour of thought and purpose he soon conceives such a scorn at their childish interest in whatever trinkets and gewgaws meet their eye , as fairly drives off his fit of ...
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... merry while others are suffering , even from sympathy with them and afterwards his thoughtful spirit plays with Utopian fancies ; and if " the latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning , " it is all the same to him , his ...
... merry while others are suffering , even from sympathy with them and afterwards his thoughtful spirit plays with Utopian fancies ; and if " the latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning , " it is all the same to him , his ...
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Стр. 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Стр. 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Стр. 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Стр. xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Стр. 72 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Стр. 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Стр. 93 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Стр. 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Стр. 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Стр. 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...