The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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Twelfth Night , A. 2. Sc . 4BEAUTY . There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple : If the ill fpirit have so fair a house , Good things will ftrive to dwell with't . Tempest , A. 1. Sc . 2 . Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold ...
Twelfth Night , A. 2. Sc . 4BEAUTY . There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple : If the ill fpirit have so fair a house , Good things will ftrive to dwell with't . Tempest , A. 1. Sc . 2 . Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold ...
Strana 17
The charm diffolves apace ; And as the morning fteals upon the night , Melting the darkness , fo their rifing fenfes Begin to chace th ' ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reafon . The Tempest , A. 5. Sc . 1 . CHASTITY .
The charm diffolves apace ; And as the morning fteals upon the night , Melting the darkness , fo their rifing fenfes Begin to chace th ' ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reafon . The Tempest , A. 5. Sc . 1 . CHASTITY .
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Mine enemy's dog , Though he had bit me , should have stood that night Against my fire . And waft thou fain , poor father ! To hovel thee with fwine , and rogues forlorn , In short and musty straw ? Alack ! alack !
Mine enemy's dog , Though he had bit me , should have stood that night Against my fire . And waft thou fain , poor father ! To hovel thee with fwine , and rogues forlorn , In short and musty straw ? Alack ! alack !
Strana 27
After your dire lamenting elegies , Vifit by night your lady's chamber - window With fome fweet concert ; to their inftruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead filence Will well become fuch fweet complaining grievance .
After your dire lamenting elegies , Vifit by night your lady's chamber - window With fome fweet concert ; to their inftruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead filence Will well become fuch fweet complaining grievance .
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... Brief as the lightning in the collied night , That ( in a fpleen ) unfolds both heav'n and earth ; And ere a man hath pow'r to fay , Behold , The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confufion .
... Brief as the lightning in the collied night , That ( in a fpleen ) unfolds both heav'n and earth ; And ere a man hath pow'r to fay , Behold , The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confufion .
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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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