The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana xiii
... Lucy is lowsie , as some volke miscalle it , Sing lowsie Lucy - whatever befall it . " " Mr. Jones , " says Capel , in his nebulous style , " had writing the Life of our poet was , to shake MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . xiii.
... Lucy is lowsie , as some volke miscalle it , Sing lowsie Lucy - whatever befall it . " " Mr. Jones , " says Capel , in his nebulous style , " had writing the Life of our poet was , to shake MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . xiii.
Strana xiv
... sing- ing of an old woman , as he was baiting at an inn in Stratford . 25 The coat of Sir Thomas Lucy was " gules , three luces [ i . e . pike - fishes ] hariant , argent . " Even Malone allows that passages of this scene afford grounds ...
... sing- ing of an old woman , as he was baiting at an inn in Stratford . 25 The coat of Sir Thomas Lucy was " gules , three luces [ i . e . pike - fishes ] hariant , argent . " Even Malone allows that passages of this scene afford grounds ...
Strana xxiii
... singing between the acts ; and at the end of the piece was a song , or a jig , —a far- cical rhyming composition of considerable length , sung or said by the clown , and accompanied with dancing and playing on the pipe and tabor . A ...
... singing between the acts ; and at the end of the piece was a song , or a jig , —a far- cical rhyming composition of considerable length , sung or said by the clown , and accompanied with dancing and playing on the pipe and tabor . A ...
Strana lxv
... sings ; The turtle to her make 74 hath told her tale Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale ...
... sings ; The turtle to her make 74 hath told her tale Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale ...
Strana lxix
... sing Amongst the dainty dew - impearled flowers ; Say thus , fair brook , when thou shalt see thy queen ; Lo , here thy shepherd spent his wandering years ; And in these shades , dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he ...
... sing Amongst the dainty dew - impearled flowers ; Say thus , fair brook , when thou shalt see thy queen ; Lo , here thy shepherd spent his wandering years ; And in these shades , dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he ...
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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.