The Miscellaneous Works, Zväzok 2H.C. Baird, 1854 |
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Strana xxi
... opinion completely over to the side of objection , thus keeping up a perpetual alterna- tion of perfections and absurdities . We do not otherwise know how to account for such assertions as the following : L In his tragic scenes , there ...
... opinion completely over to the side of objection , thus keeping up a perpetual alterna- tion of perfections and absurdities . We do not otherwise know how to account for such assertions as the following : L In his tragic scenes , there ...
Strana 1
... Iachimo to the question of Imogen respecting the obtaining of the ring from Posthumus . Dr. Johnson is of opinion that Shakspeare was generally inatten . tive to the winding up of his plots . We 2 CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE.
... Iachimo to the question of Imogen respecting the obtaining of the ring from Posthumus . Dr. Johnson is of opinion that Shakspeare was generally inatten . tive to the winding up of his plots . We 2 CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE.
Strana 14
... opinion of the Thane of Cawdor , at the very moment that he is expressing the most unbounded confidence in the loyalty and service of Mac- beth . " There is no art To find the mind's construction in the face : He was a gentleman , on ...
... opinion of the Thane of Cawdor , at the very moment that he is expressing the most unbounded confidence in the loyalty and service of Mac- beth . " There is no art To find the mind's construction in the face : He was a gentleman , on ...
Strana 85
... opinion of himself , and “ will roar you an ' twere any nightingale . " Snug the Joiner is the moral man of the piece , who proceeds by measurement and discretion in all things . You see him with his rule and compasses in his hand ...
... opinion of himself , and “ will roar you an ' twere any nightingale . " Snug the Joiner is the moral man of the piece , who proceeds by measurement and discretion in all things . You see him with his rule and compasses in his hand ...
Strana 127
... opinion ; but chiefly , a villainous trick of thine eye , and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip , that doth warrant me . If then thou be son to me , here lies the point ; Why , being son to me , art thou so pointed at ? Shall the ...
... opinion ; but chiefly , a villainous trick of thine eye , and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip , that doth warrant me . If then thou be son to me , here lies the point ; Why , being son to me , art thou so pointed at ? Shall the ...
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Strana 83 - 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 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Strana 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strana 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Strana 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Strana 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Strana 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Strana 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Strana 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?