The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... , our admiration is excited by contemplating how in both instances the powers of creating bustle were superior to those which either object should Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , 34 ACT 11 . PERICEES .
... , our admiration is excited by contemplating how in both instances the powers of creating bustle were superior to those which either object should Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , 34 ACT 11 . PERICEES .
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William Shakespeare. Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , We drink this standing - bowl of wine to him.3 Thai . Alas , my father , it befits not me Unto a stranger knight to be so bold ; He may my proffer take for an ...
William Shakespeare. Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , We drink this standing - bowl of wine to him.3 Thai . Alas , my father , it befits not me Unto a stranger knight to be so bold ; He may my proffer take for an ...
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... sweet queen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither , To have bless'd mine eyes ! Per . We cannot but obey The powers above us . Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis ...
... sweet queen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither , To have bless'd mine eyes ! Per . We cannot but obey The powers above us . Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis ...
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... sweet lady , for a while ; Pray you , walk softly , do not heat your blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam . Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . South - west . [ Exit DIONYZA , Mar. When I was born ...
... sweet lady , for a while ; Pray you , walk softly , do not heat your blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam . Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . South - west . [ Exit DIONYZA , Mar. When I was born ...
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... sweet'st , and best , lies here , Who wither'd in her spring of year . She was of Tyrus , the king's daughter , On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; Marina was she call'd ; and at her birth , Thetis , being proud , swallow'd ...
... sweet'st , and best , lies here , Who wither'd in her spring of year . She was of Tyrus , the king's daughter , On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; Marina was she call'd ; and at her birth , Thetis , being proud , swallow'd ...
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Adonis ANON Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false father fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE may'st Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pity poet poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Tereus Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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Стр. 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Стр. 130 - I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O...
Стр. 98 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 130 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Стр. 148 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Стр. 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Стр. 129 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Стр. 111 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Стр. 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :