The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, Zväzok 2 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 35.
Strana 3
... telling me the fovereign'ft thing on earth Was parmacety , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , fo it was , This villainous falt - petre fhould be digg'd ( 3 ) I then , & c . ] When I first read this paffage , I mark'd ...
... telling me the fovereign'ft thing on earth Was parmacety , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , fo it was , This villainous falt - petre fhould be digg'd ( 3 ) I then , & c . ] When I first read this paffage , I mark'd ...
Strana 5
... Tell me , fweet lord , ' what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend thy eyes upon the earth , And start so often , when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in ...
... Tell me , fweet lord , ' what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend thy eyes upon the earth , And start so often , when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in ...
Strana 6
... tell you once again , that at my birth The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes , The goats ran from the mountains , and the herds Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields Thefe figns have marked me extraordinary , And all ...
... tell you once again , that at my birth The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes , The goats ran from the mountains , and the herds Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields Thefe figns have marked me extraordinary , And all ...
Strana 8
... tell you How much I lov'd you ? who fhall fwear it to you , And weep the tears I fend ? who fhall now bring you Letters , rings , bracelets , lofe his health in fervice ? Wake tedious nights in ftories of your praise ? Who now fhall ...
... tell you How much I lov'd you ? who fhall fwear it to you , And weep the tears I fend ? who fhall now bring you Letters , rings , bracelets , lofe his health in fervice ? Wake tedious nights in ftories of your praise ? Who now fhall ...
Strana 9
... tell their children , " This is he . " Others would fay , " Where ? which is Bolinbroke ? " And then I ftole all courtesy from heav'n , And drest myself in much humility , That I did pluck allegiance from mens hearts , Loud fhouts and ...
... tell their children , " This is he . " Others would fay , " Where ? which is Bolinbroke ? " And then I ftole all courtesy from heav'n , And drest myself in much humility , That I did pluck allegiance from mens hearts , Loud fhouts and ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
againſt almoft Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful becauſe Ben Johnson bleffed blood bofom breaft Brutus Cæfar Caffius cheeks death Defcription doft doth dream earth eyes Faerie Queene faid falfe fame fays fear fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould filk firft Flamen flave fleep foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword give grief hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf king Lady laft lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature never night o'er obferves Othello Ovid paffage paffion pleaſure poet prefent purpoſe reft rife Romeo ſay SCENE SCENE SCENE VI SCENE VII ſeems Shakespear ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves Theobald theſe things thofe thoſe thou art thouſand vulg Warburton whofe Whoſe wife wind word
Populárne pasáže
Strana 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Strana 101 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Strana 142 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Strana 239 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Strana 102 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Strana 122 - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
Strana 52 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Strana 93 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
Strana 110 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Strana 116 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...