The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Том 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... thing more than the mere elements of the classical will soon cover the bare desert with unprofitable languages . We are too ignorant , however , of dates vegetation . Whilst Malone surmises that the young in these instances to speak ...
... thing more than the mere elements of the classical will soon cover the bare desert with unprofitable languages . We are too ignorant , however , of dates vegetation . Whilst Malone surmises that the young in these instances to speak ...
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... thing , Pericles , in consequence of Dry- with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide , den's testimony in favour of its authenticity , and supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank of a few touches of THE GOLDEN PEN ...
... thing , Pericles , in consequence of Dry- with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide , den's testimony in favour of its authenticity , and supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank of a few touches of THE GOLDEN PEN ...
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... thing foure of his owne men well armed . Shortly after , they dissonant and thorny in language , out of which he has sawe another gyant of somewhat greater stature with composed his vocabulary , and of the whole variety of nature , the ...
... thing foure of his owne men well armed . Shortly after , they dissonant and thorny in language , out of which he has sawe another gyant of somewhat greater stature with composed his vocabulary , and of the whole variety of nature , the ...
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... thing the image tell me , Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . " Tis far off ; And rather like a dream than an assurance To trash ' for overtopping ; new created The creatures that were mine ; I say , or chang'd them , Or else new ...
... thing the image tell me , Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . " Tis far off ; And rather like a dream than an assurance To trash ' for overtopping ; new created The creatures that were mine ; I say , or chang'd them , Or else new ...
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... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch , Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Árgier . 6 Pro . O , was ...
... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch , Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Árgier . 6 Pro . O , was ...
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Стр. 366 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Стр. 31 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Стр. 31 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Стр. 262 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Стр. 325 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Стр. 52 - 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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Стр. 30 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Стр. 172 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Стр. 360 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Стр. 363 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.