The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - Всего страниц: 345 |
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... leave itself unfurnish'd . SUCCESSFUL LOVER COMPARED TO A CONqueror . Like one of two contending in a prize , That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes , Hearing applause and universal shout , Giddy in spirit , still gazing , in a ...
... leave itself unfurnish'd . SUCCESSFUL LOVER COMPARED TO A CONqueror . Like one of two contending in a prize , That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes , Hearing applause and universal shout , Giddy in spirit , still gazing , in a ...
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... leave the figure , or disfigure it . A RECLUSE LIFE . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires , Know of your youth , examine wel ! your blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a ...
... leave the figure , or disfigure it . A RECLUSE LIFE . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires , Know of your youth , examine wel ! your blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a ...
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... Leave not a rackt behind : We are such stuff As dreams are made of , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour , that they smote ...
... Leave not a rackt behind : We are such stuff As dreams are made of , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour , that they smote ...
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... Leave not a rackt behind : We are such stuff As dreams are made of , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour , that they smote ...
... Leave not a rackt behind : We are such stuff As dreams are made of , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour , that they smote ...
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... Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence , Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish thy forlorn swain ! LOVE UNRETturned . What ...
... Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence , Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish thy forlorn swain ! LOVE UNRETturned . What ...
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Стр. 61 - 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. 103 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Стр. 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Стр. 17 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Стр. 127 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Стр. 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Стр. 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Стр. 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Стр. 102 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?