The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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Strana 1
ALL tongues fpeak of him , and the bleared fights Are fpectacled to fee him . Your prattling nurfe Into a rapture lets her baby cry , While the chats him : the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram ' bout her reechy neck , Clambering ...
ALL tongues fpeak of him , and the bleared fights Are fpectacled to fee him . Your prattling nurfe Into a rapture lets her baby cry , While the chats him : the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram ' bout her reechy neck , Clambering ...
Strana 11
He was wont to fpeak plain , and to the purpofe , like an honest man and a foldier ; and now is he turned orthographer ; his words are a very fantastical banquet , juft fo many frange dishes . May I be fo converted , and fee with thefe ...
He was wont to fpeak plain , and to the purpofe , like an honest man and a foldier ; and now is he turned orthographer ; his words are a very fantastical banquet , juft fo many frange dishes . May I be fo converted , and fee with thefe ...
Strana 14
... and flout , deprave and flander , Go antickly , and show an outward hideousness , And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words , How they might hurt their enemies , if they durft ; And this is all . Much Ado about Nething , A. 5.
... and flout , deprave and flander , Go antickly , and show an outward hideousness , And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words , How they might hurt their enemies , if they durft ; And this is all . Much Ado about Nething , A. 5.
Strana 23
Yet , I lie ; I am not : Fool , of thyself fpeak well . - Fool , do not flatter . My confcience hath a thousand feveral tongues , And And every tongue brings in a feveral tale ; And The Beauties of Shakspeare . 23.
Yet , I lie ; I am not : Fool , of thyself fpeak well . - Fool , do not flatter . My confcience hath a thousand feveral tongues , And And every tongue brings in a feveral tale ; And The Beauties of Shakspeare . 23.
Strana 24
Can he fpeak ? hear ? Know man from man ? difpute his own eftate ? Lies he not bed - rid ? And , again , does nothing , But what he did being childish . The Winter's Tale , A. 2. Sc . 4 . CONSIDERATION . Confideration , like an angel ...
Can he fpeak ? hear ? Know man from man ? difpute his own eftate ? Lies he not bed - rid ? And , again , does nothing , But what he did being childish . The Winter's Tale , A. 2. Sc . 4 . CONSIDERATION . Confideration , like an angel ...
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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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