The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxiv
... beauty ; and he must be allowed the honour of having suggested hints to Milton for the composi- tion of Comus , till chance has discovered to us some common original of that lovely Masque , and of the Old Wives Tale . In richness of ...
... beauty ; and he must be allowed the honour of having suggested hints to Milton for the composi- tion of Comus , till chance has discovered to us some common original of that lovely Masque , and of the Old Wives Tale . In richness of ...
Strana xxvii
... beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest performances in this way yet remain - The Second and ...
... beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest performances in this way yet remain - The Second and ...
Strana lxi
... beauty and sprightly wit ; and her husband , Mr. John Davenant ( after- wards mayor of that city ) , a grave , melancholy man ; who , as well as his wife , used much to delight in Shakespeare's pleasant company . Their son , young Will ...
... beauty and sprightly wit ; and her husband , Mr. John Davenant ( after- wards mayor of that city ) , a grave , melancholy man ; who , as well as his wife , used much to delight in Shakespeare's pleasant company . Their son , young Will ...
Strana lxii
... beauty that an exhaustless fancy could shower upon them . Nor let it be forgotten , that in all probability , our author composed those dramas without an eye to the admiration of posterity , and that , after they had served his ...
... beauty that an exhaustless fancy could shower upon them . Nor let it be forgotten , that in all probability , our author composed those dramas without an eye to the admiration of posterity , and that , after they had served his ...
Strana lxviii
... beauty ( now the burden of my song ) Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire , Must yield up all to tyrant ... beauty , time bestows upon her . No sooner spreads her glory in the air , But straight her full - blown pride is in ...
... beauty ( now the burden of my song ) Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire , Must yield up all to tyrant ... beauty , time bestows upon her . No sooner spreads her glory in the air , But straight her full - blown pride is in ...
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Strana 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Strana 277 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Strana 274 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 284 - Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Strana 162 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Strana 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 175 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Strana 226 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Strana 197 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.