Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic PoetF. Bell, 1853 - Всего страниц: 418 |
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... false to any man . Farewell : -my blessing season this in thee ! TO A STATESMAN . Mark but my fall , and that that ruin'd me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image ...
... false to any man . Farewell : -my blessing season this in thee ! TO A STATESMAN . Mark but my fall , and that that ruin'd me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image ...
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... false seeming . Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , Tis not the devil's crest . Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar , And the creature run from the cur : There , M. M. ii . 4 . There ...
... false seeming . Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , Tis not the devil's crest . Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar , And the creature run from the cur : There , M. M. ii . 4 . There ...
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... Falsely to take away a life true made , As to put mettle in restrained means , To make a false one . Fine word , -legitimate ! Well , my legitimate , if this letter speed , And my invention thrive , Edmund the base Shall top the ...
... Falsely to take away a life true made , As to put mettle in restrained means , To make a false one . Fine word , -legitimate ! Well , my legitimate , if this letter speed , And my invention thrive , Edmund the base Shall top the ...
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... False to thy gods , thy brother , and thy father ; Conspirant ' gainst this high illustrious prince ; And from the extremest upward of thy head , To the descent and dust beneath thy feet , A most toad - spotted traitor . Say thou , No ...
... False to thy gods , thy brother , and thy father ; Conspirant ' gainst this high illustrious prince ; And from the extremest upward of thy head , To the descent and dust beneath thy feet , A most toad - spotted traitor . Say thou , No ...
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... FALSE . O most lame and impotent conclusion ! But then there is no consonancy in the sequel . CONDESCENSION . H. iii . 4 . H. iv . 5 0. ii . 1 . T. N. ii . 5 . I extend my hand to him thus , quenching my familiar smile with an austere ...
... FALSE . O most lame and impotent conclusion ! But then there is no consonancy in the sequel . CONDESCENSION . H. iii . 4 . H. iv . 5 0. ii . 1 . T. N. ii . 5 . I extend my hand to him thus , quenching my familiar smile with an austere ...
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A. C. iv A. Y. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks coward crown dead death deed devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.V. iv H.VI H.VIII hand hang hate hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii men's mind mock moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor prince R. J. iii rich Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand strange swear sweet sword T. N. iii tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true valour VIII villain virtue W.T. iv weep wind words youth
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Стр. 249 - 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.
Стр. 364 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 120 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Стр. 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Стр. 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Стр. 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Стр. 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Стр. 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...