The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 4 |
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10 But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill , or else my project fails , Which was to please . Now I want Spirits to enforce , art to enchant , And my ending is despair ...
10 But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill , or else my project fails , Which was to please . Now I want Spirits to enforce , art to enchant , And my ending is despair ...
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Attendants bear better blood Boult bring brother Camillo comes court Cymbeline daughter dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fish follow fortune Gent give gods gone grace hand hast hath hear heart heaven hence Hermione highness honour hope I'll Iach Imogen Italy keep kind king knight lady leave Leon less live look lord lost master mean mistress nature never noble Paul Pericles play poor Post Posthumus pray present prince probably Pros queen Roman SCENE seems serve Shakespeare sleep speak spirit stand story strange sweet Tale tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought true wife worthy
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Strana 467 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 482 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Strana 216 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 462 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Strana 482 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck 'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em...
Strana 439 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Strana 482 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic...
Strana 347 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Strana 336 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Bibliografické informácie
| Názov | The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 4 The Eversley edition The Works of Shakespeare, Charles Harold Herford |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Vydavateľ | Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Harvardská univerzita |
| Digitalizované | 7. feb. 2008 |
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