Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 strán (strany) |
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... youth , and beauty are things of modern date - as if nature had ever been old , or the sun had first shone on our folly and presumption . Because , in a word , the last generation , when tottering off the stage , were not so active , so ...
... youth , and beauty are things of modern date - as if nature had ever been old , or the sun had first shone on our folly and presumption . Because , in a word , the last generation , when tottering off the stage , were not so active , so ...
Strana 26
... approaching fast , And all for nought his wretched mind torment , With sweete remembrance of his pleasures past , And fresh delites of lustie youth forewast . Recounting which , how would he sob and shreek ? 26 THE AGE OF ELIZABETH .
... approaching fast , And all for nought his wretched mind torment , With sweete remembrance of his pleasures past , And fresh delites of lustie youth forewast . Recounting which , how would he sob and shreek ? 26 THE AGE OF ELIZABETH .
Strana 27
... youth forepast , as though it wrought him good To talk of youth , all were his youth forgone , He would haue mused and maruail'd much whereon This wretched Age should life desire so faine , And knowes ful wel life doth but length his ...
... youth forepast , as though it wrought him good To talk of youth , all were his youth forgone , He would haue mused and maruail'd much whereon This wretched Age should life desire so faine , And knowes ful wel life doth but length his ...
Strana 30
... youth to old age , in a dream , a dream of love . Happy Endymion ! Faithful Eume- nides ! Divine Cynthia ! Who would not wish to pass his life in such a sleep , a long , long sleep , dreaming of some fair heavenly Goddess , with the ...
... youth to old age , in a dream , a dream of love . Happy Endymion ! Faithful Eume- nides ! Divine Cynthia ! Who would not wish to pass his life in such a sleep , a long , long sleep , dreaming of some fair heavenly Goddess , with the ...
Strana 31
... youth ? Am I that Endymion ? Eumenides . Thou art that Endymion , and I Eumenides : wilt thou not yet call me to remembrance ? Endymion . Ah ! sweet Eumenides , I now perceive thou art he , and that myself have the name of Endymion ...
... youth ? Am I that Endymion ? Eumenides . Thou art that Endymion , and I Eumenides : wilt thou not yet call me to remembrance ? Endymion . Ah ! sweet Eumenides , I now perceive thou art he , and that myself have the name of Endymion ...
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admiration affections Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson blood breath Cæsar Caliban character comedy comic Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE D'Ol death delight Desdemona dost doth dramatic Duke effeminacy Endymion equal Eumenides eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fire fool fortune friends genius give grace GUIDERIUS hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry honour human Iago imagination interest Jonson king kiss Lear learning live look lord Macbeth MALVOLIO manner MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion person pity play pleasure poet poetical poetry pride prince quincunxes racters rich Richard II scene seems Sejanus sense sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sleep soul speak speech spirit striking style sweet taste tell tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto virtue words writers youth
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Strana 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Strana 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Strana 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Strana 105 - ... 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 : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Strana 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Strana 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Strana 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Strana 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.