The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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Strana 3
--Though perils did Abound as thick as thought could make ' em , and Appear in forms more horid ; yet my duty , As doth a rock against the chiding flood , Should the approach of this wild river break , And ftand unshaken yours .
--Though perils did Abound as thick as thought could make ' em , and Appear in forms more horid ; yet my duty , As doth a rock against the chiding flood , Should the approach of this wild river break , And ftand unshaken yours .
Strana 6
The fury spent , anon Did this break from her : " Good Antigonus , Since fate , against thy better difpofition , " Hath made thy perfon for the thrower out " Of my poor babe , according to thine oath , " Places remote enough are in ...
The fury spent , anon Did this break from her : " Good Antigonus , Since fate , against thy better difpofition , " Hath made thy perfon for the thrower out " Of my poor babe , according to thine oath , " Places remote enough are in ...
Strana 7
Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor ; For ' tis the mind that makes the body rich : And , as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds , So honour peereth in the meanest habit . What , is the jay more precious than the lark ...
Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor ; For ' tis the mind that makes the body rich : And , as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds , So honour peereth in the meanest habit . What , is the jay more precious than the lark ...
Strana 9
Plate fin with gold , And the strong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks ; Arm it in rags a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it . King Lear , A. 4. Sc . 6 . BANISHMENT . All places that the eye of heaven vifits B.5 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
Plate fin with gold , And the strong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks ; Arm it in rags a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it . King Lear , A. 4. Sc . 6 . BANISHMENT . All places that the eye of heaven vifits B.5 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
Strana 18
The laft fhe fpake Was Antony ! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony ; it was divided : Between Between her heart and lips : the rendered life , 18 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
The laft fhe fpake Was Antony ! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony ; it was divided : Between Between her heart and lips : the rendered life , 18 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1783 |
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Strana 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strana 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Strana 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strana 137 - 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.
Strana 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Strana 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strana 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
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| Názov | The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Vydanie | 6 |
| Publikované | 1796 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Oxfordská univerzita |
| Digitalizované | 26. okt. 2007 |
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