Pearls of Shakspeare, a collection of the most brilliant passages found in his plays, illustr. by K. Meadows |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 16.
Strana 8
... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
Strana 11
... turns to a mirth - moving jest : Which his fair tongue ( conceit's expositor ) Delivers in such apt and gracious words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble in his ...
... turns to a mirth - moving jest : Which his fair tongue ( conceit's expositor ) Delivers in such apt and gracious words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble in his ...
Strana 13
... Turning mortal for thy love . THE POWER OF LOVE . But love , first learned in a lady's eyes , Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But , with the motion of all elements , Courses as swift as thought in every power , And gives to every ...
... Turning mortal for thy love . THE POWER OF LOVE . But love , first learned in a lady's eyes , Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But , with the motion of all elements , Courses as swift as thought in every power , And gives to every ...
Strana 33
... Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . NIGHT . Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon Whilst the heavy ploughman snores , All with weary task foredone . † Now the wasted ...
... Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . NIGHT . Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon Whilst the heavy ploughman snores , All with weary task foredone . † Now the wasted ...
Strana 36
... turns to passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage , Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words : No , no ; ' tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring ...
... turns to passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage , Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words : No , no ; ' tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS cowslip crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gold grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble Numbers o'er pity pluck poor Queen quoth RICHARD III Romeo scapes sighs sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 116 - Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Strana 92 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 107 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, -Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Strana 27 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 26 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strana 108 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Strana 152 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Strana 30 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 146 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 90 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...