The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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... with the moft fubtle penetration , has pierced through the dark receffes of the human heart ; who has painted the most beautiful scenes of nature ; who has given life and action to virtue , inculcating the nobleft fyftem of morality ...
... with the moft fubtle penetration , has pierced through the dark receffes of the human heart ; who has painted the most beautiful scenes of nature ; who has given life and action to virtue , inculcating the nobleft fyftem of morality ...
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Sc . I. ' Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Sc . I. ' Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
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... 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. Sc . 4 . What art thou ? Have not I An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ?
... 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. Sc . 4 . What art thou ? Have not I An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ?
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my heart cool with mortifying groans . Why should a man , whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandfire cut in alabafter ?
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my heart cool with mortifying groans . Why should a man , whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandfire cut in alabafter ?
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Between her heart and lips : the rendered life , Thy name fo buried in her . Antony and Cleopatra , A. 4. Sc . 11. ́ COMMONWEALTH OF BEES . So work the honey bees ; Creatures , that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a ...
Between her heart and lips : the rendered life , Thy name fo buried in her . Antony and Cleopatra , A. 4. Sc . 11. ́ COMMONWEALTH OF BEES . So work the honey bees ; Creatures , that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a ...
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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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