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 15
... fools ! C. E. v . 1 . H. ii . 2 . Here is the heart of my purpose . M. W. ii . 2 . AIR . A bond of air , strong as the axle - tree On which heaven rides . T. C. i . 3 . ALARM . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence ...
... fools ! C. E. v . 1 . H. ii . 2 . Here is the heart of my purpose . M. W. ii . 2 . AIR . A bond of air , strong as the axle - tree On which heaven rides . T. C. i . 3 . ALARM . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence ...
Pàgina 17
... fool A. C. iv . 13 . Art thou , to break into this woman's mood . H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . Now , by the ground that I am banish'd from , Well could I curse away a winter's night , ANGER , -continued . Though standing naked on a mountain ...
... fool A. C. iv . 13 . Art thou , to break into this woman's mood . H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . Now , by the ground that I am banish'd from , Well could I curse away a winter's night , ANGER , -continued . Though standing naked on a mountain ...
Pàgina 25
... fools , and tie the wisest souls To thy false seeming . Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , Tis not the devil's crest . Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar , And the creature run from ...
... fools , and tie the wisest souls To thy false seeming . Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , Tis not the devil's crest . Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar , And the creature run from ...
Pàgina 44
... fools with varnish'd faces ; But stop my house's ears ; I mean my casements : Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house . Think him as a serpent's egg , K. L. i . 1 . M. V. ii . 5 . Which , hatch'd , would , as his kind ...
... fools with varnish'd faces ; But stop my house's ears ; I mean my casements : Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house . Think him as a serpent's egg , K. L. i . 1 . M. V. ii . 5 . Which , hatch'd , would , as his kind ...
Pàgina 58
... fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all affin'd and kin ; But in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a broad and powerful fan , Puffing at all , winnows the light away ; And what hath mass , or ...
... fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all affin'd and kin ; But in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a broad and powerful fan , Puffing at all , winnows the light away ; And what hath mass , or ...
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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...