The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volum 20F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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Pàgina 14
... blood , who else is rank ? Again , more appositely in King John : " We will untread the steps of damned flight , 66 ' And , like a ' bated and retired flood , " Leaving our rankness and irregular course , 66 Stoop low within those ...
... blood , who else is rank ? Again , more appositely in King John : " We will untread the steps of damned flight , 66 ' And , like a ' bated and retired flood , " Leaving our rankness and irregular course , 66 Stoop low within those ...
Pàgina 43
... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wreck . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being ...
... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wreck . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being ...
Pàgina 48
... blood and fire ; right dreadful was to see " His brawned back ; right dreadful was his haire , which grew as thicke " With pricking points as one of them could well by other 66 sticke : And , like a front of armed pikes set close in ...
... blood and fire ; right dreadful was to see " His brawned back ; right dreadful was his haire , which grew as thicke " With pricking points as one of them could well by other 66 sticke : And , like a front of armed pikes set close in ...
Pàgina 50
... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? breed - bate . " Bate is an obsolete word signifying strife ...
... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? breed - bate . " Bate is an obsolete word signifying strife ...
Pàgina 51
... winds . So , in Coriolanus , the belly says : " I send it through the rivers of your blood , " And through the cranks and offices of man , " & c . The many musits through the which he goes3 , Are E 2 VENUS AND ADONIS . 51.
... winds . So , in Coriolanus , the belly says : " I send it through the rivers of your blood , " And through the cranks and offices of man , " & c . The many musits through the which he goes3 , Are E 2 VENUS AND ADONIS . 51.
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volum 20 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1821 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient Antony and Cleopatra beauty blood BOSWELL breast breath cheeks Collatine Cymbeline dead dear death dost doth Earle of Southampton edition of 1600 face fair false fear flower foul gentle grief Hamlet hand hast hath haue heart heaven honour King Henry King John King Richard King Richard III kiss lips live look Lord Southampton Love's Labour's Lost lust Macbeth MALONE modern editions musick never night o'er old copy original copy Othello pale poem poet poor praise quarto queen quoth Rape of Lucrece rhyme Richard II Romeo and Juliet seems Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul stanza STEEVENS sweet Tarquin tears thee thine eye thing thou art thought thyself time's Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Cressida true Venus and Adonis verse weep wilt wind word youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 348 - I hate' from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—' not you.' CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate...
Pàgina 320 - O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pàgina 286 - ... this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not , The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Pàgina 273 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. When you have bid your servant once adieu...
Pàgina 248 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Pàgina 28 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pàgina 306 - 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. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their...
Pàgina 245 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Pàgina 272 - Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes , shall out-live 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.
Pàgina 235 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.