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 19
... pity , and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be . THE SEVEN AGES . All the world's a stage . And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many ...
... pity , and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be . THE SEVEN AGES . All the world's a stage . And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many ...
Pàgina 33
... pity . JUSTICE . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice , For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong , Lives not to act another . THE ...
... pity . JUSTICE . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice , For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong , Lives not to act another . THE ...
Pàgina 59
... pity the lady ; it seems , her affections have their full bent . Love me ! why it must be re- quited . I hear how I am censured : they say , I will bear myself proudly , if I perceive the love come from her ; they say too , that she ...
... pity the lady ; it seems , her affections have their full bent . Love me ! why it must be re- quited . I hear how I am censured : they say , I will bear myself proudly , if I perceive the love come from her ; they say too , that she ...
Pàgina 77
... when the rich golden shaft , Hatu kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . One of their kind , that relish all as sharply TWELFTH NIGHT . 77.
... when the rich golden shaft , Hatu kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . One of their kind , that relish all as sharply TWELFTH NIGHT . 77.
Pàgina 77
... else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . These sovereign thrones , are all supplied , and fill'd 7 * TWELFTH NIGHT . 77 You brother mine, that entertained ambition, ...
... else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . These sovereign thrones , are all supplied , and fill'd 7 * TWELFTH NIGHT . 77 You brother mine, that entertained ambition, ...
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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?