The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - Всего страниц: 345 |
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... doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end thereof ...
... doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end thereof ...
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... ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb • Far more than cost ; since all that he WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
... ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb • Far more than cost ; since all that he WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
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... doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . CHARACTER OF A NOBLE COURTIER . In his youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - cay in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to ...
... doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . CHARACTER OF A NOBLE COURTIER . In his youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - cay in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to ...
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... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a ...
... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a ...
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... doth part The flux of company ; Anon , a careless herd , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; Ay , quoth Jaques , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look ...
... doth part The flux of company ; Anon , a careless herd , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; Ay , quoth Jaques , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look ...
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Стр. 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Стр. 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Стр. 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
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Стр. 125 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Стр. 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Стр. 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
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Стр. 216 - ... 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.