Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic PoetF. Bell, 1853 - 418 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : For , being not propp'd by ancestry , whose grace Chalks successors their way ; nor call'd upon For high feats done to the crown ; neither allied To eminent assistants ; but spider ...
... There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : For , being not propp'd by ancestry , whose grace Chalks successors their way ; nor call'd upon For high feats done to the crown ; neither allied To eminent assistants ; but spider ...
Pàgina 19
... there's no labouring in the winter . ANTICIPATION . By the pricking of my thumbs , Something wicked this way comes ... There hangs a vapourous drop profound ; I'll catch it ere it come to ground . I am giddy ; expectation whirls me ...
... there's no labouring in the winter . ANTICIPATION . By the pricking of my thumbs , Something wicked this way comes ... There hangs a vapourous drop profound ; I'll catch it ere it come to ground . I am giddy ; expectation whirls me ...
Pàgina 22
... There's not a piece of feather in our host , ( Good argument I hope we shall not fly , ) And time has worn us into slovenry : But , by the mass , our hearts are in the trim . Within a ken our army lies ; Upon mine honour , all too ...
... There's not a piece of feather in our host , ( Good argument I hope we shall not fly , ) And time has worn us into slovenry : But , by the mass , our hearts are in the trim . Within a ken our army lies ; Upon mine honour , all too ...
Pàgina 25
... There , M. M. ii . 4 . There , thou might'st behold the great image of authority : A dog's obeyed in office . K. L. iv . 6 . Authority , though it err like others , Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top ...
... There , M. M. ii . 4 . There , thou might'st behold the great image of authority : A dog's obeyed in office . K. L. iv . 6 . Authority , though it err like others , Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top ...
Pàgina 29
... there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tyger ; Stiffen the sinews , summon up the blood , Disguise fair nature with hard ...
... there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tyger ; Stiffen the sinews , summon up the blood , Disguise fair nature with hard ...
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Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1863 |
Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1856 |
Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1872 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
A. C. iv A. Y. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks coward crown dead death deed devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.V. iv H.VI H.VIII hand hang hate hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii men's mind mock moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor prince R. J. iii rich Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand strange swear sweet sword T. N. iii tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true valour VIII villain virtue W.T. iv weep wind words youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 249 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 364 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pàgina 120 - 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 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Pàgina 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...