The Works of William Shakespeare, Zväzok 8Blackie, 1890 |
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... heart of England , " lay the perfection of rural land- scape : in the Feldon division such pasture - lands , with a wealth of wild flowers , as Shakespeare has described in A Winter's Tale ; and in the Arden division the perfection of ...
... heart of England , " lay the perfection of rural land- scape : in the Feldon division such pasture - lands , with a wealth of wild flowers , as Shakespeare has described in A Winter's Tale ; and in the Arden division the perfection of ...
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... heart wrapt in a Players hide , supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you : and being an absolute Iohannes fac totum , is in his owne conceit the onely Shake - scene in a countrie . " The travestied ...
... heart wrapt in a Players hide , supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you : and being an absolute Iohannes fac totum , is in his owne conceit the onely Shake - scene in a countrie . " The travestied ...
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... heart . If cleverness and infinite vivacity need their foil in pompous dulness , we find that also in the play , for Dogberry and goodman Verges climb to a height of sapient stupidity and majestic ineptitude which borders on the sublime ...
... heart . If cleverness and infinite vivacity need their foil in pompous dulness , we find that also in the play , for Dogberry and goodman Verges climb to a height of sapient stupidity and majestic ineptitude which borders on the sublime ...
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... heart of a woman who would strengthen and save a man above her in rank but far below her in character , one who through her aid alone can attain to moral worth and dignity . Parolles is almost too pitiful in his meanness to be a comic ...
... heart of a woman who would strengthen and save a man above her in rank but far below her in character , one who through her aid alone can attain to moral worth and dignity . Parolles is almost too pitiful in his meanness to be a comic ...
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... heart was ill at ease and ill content with the world or his own conscience . " We may take the year 1600 as a convenient date for marking the turn in Shakespeare's temper , which , however , was of course not a thing of an hour or a day ...
... heart was ill at ease and ill content with the world or his own conscience . " We may take the year 1600 as a convenient date for marking the turn in Shakespeare's temper , which , however , was of course not a thing of an hour or a day ...
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Strana 200 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 200 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Strana 83 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Strana 428 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
Strana 414 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with Store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Strana 50 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but. use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing...
Strana 29 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strana 414 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Strana 413 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow...