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 vi
... Give me the cups ; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heavens to earth , Now the king drinks to Hamlet . " Under the same head we find inserted the pledge of ...
... Give me the cups ; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heavens to earth , Now the king drinks to Hamlet . " Under the same head we find inserted the pledge of ...
Pàgina vii
... Give me a bowl of wine ; I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have . " Now it is difficult to conceive how these different quotations re- late to drunkenness , save only as they refer to the act of ...
... Give me a bowl of wine ; I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have . " Now it is difficult to conceive how these different quotations re- late to drunkenness , save only as they refer to the act of ...
Pàgina 11
... give alms ; Pray so ; and , for the order of your affairs , To sing them too : When you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still , still so , and own No other function : Each your ...
... give alms ; Pray so ; and , for the order of your affairs , To sing them too : When you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still , still so , and own No other function : Each your ...
Pàgina 12
... gives thee better counsel , give me mine again . Pray be counsel'd : I have a heart as little apt as yours , But yet a brain , that leads my use of anger To better ' vantage . Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for ...
... gives thee better counsel , give me mine again . Pray be counsel'd : I have a heart as little apt as yours , But yet a brain , that leads my use of anger To better ' vantage . Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for ...
Pàgina 13
... Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel : But do not dull thy palm ...
... Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel : But do not dull thy palm ...
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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...