The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . ' Twas pretty , though a plague To see him every hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable THE ...
... hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . ' Twas pretty , though a plague To see him every hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable THE ...
Pàgina 10
William Shakespeare. In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : ‡ But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . COWARDICE . I know him a notorious liar , Think him ...
William Shakespeare. In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : ‡ But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . COWARDICE . I know him a notorious liar , Think him ...
Pàgina 13
... heart were great , " Twould burst at this : Captain , I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it ...
... heart were great , " Twould burst at this : Captain , I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it ...
Pàgina 17
... The hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . Twas pretty , though a plague To see him every hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable THE ...
... The hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . Twas pretty , though a plague To see him every hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable THE ...
Pàgina 17
William Shakespeare. In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : ‡ But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . COWARDICE . I know him a notorious liar , Think him ...
William Shakespeare. In our heart's fable ; * heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : ‡ But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . COWARDICE . I know him a notorious liar , Think him ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 61 - 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.
Pàgina 103 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Pàgina 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Pàgina 17 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Pàgina 127 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Pàgina 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Pàgina 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pàgina 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Pàgina 102 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?