Tales from Shakespeare, Volum 1A. Hinds, 1885 |
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Tales from Shakespeare: For the Use of Young Persons Charles Lamb,Mary Lamb Visualització completa - 1894 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aliena Anthonio Ariel banished Banquo Bassanio Beatrice began Bellarius Benedick brother Caius called Camillo cave Celia child Claudio Cordelia court Cymbeline daugh daughter dead dear death Demetrius distress dream duke earl eyes fairy faithful father fear Florizel forest forest of Arden Ganimed gave gentle GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give Gonerill Gratiano hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honor husband Iachimo Imogen Julia king king's knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lover Lysander Macbeth Macduff maid marry master MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM Milan Miranda Nerissa never night noble Oberon Orlando palace Paulina Perdita Pisanio pity Polixenes Portia Posthumus prince Prospero Protheus Puck queen Regan replied ring Rosalind sanio saying SHAKSPEARE shepherd Shylock Silvia sisters sleep speeches spirit strange sweet Sycorax talk tell thought Thurio Titania told Valentine Venice wicked wife WINTER'S TALE wished wood words young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 30 - 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 13 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Pàgina 210 - If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!
Pàgina 331 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Pàgina 218 - O sweet Portia, here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever blotted paper: gentle lady, when I...
Pàgina 229 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood, — The words expressly are, a pound of flesh...
Pàgina 348 - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
Pàgina 151 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church.
Pàgina 349 - I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last.
Pàgina 296 - Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bo-peep, And go the fools among.