The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 42
... nature : on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colour'd fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Agr . O , rare for Antony ...
... nature : on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colour'd fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Agr . O , rare for Antony ...
Pàgina 45
... natural luck , He beats thee ' gainst the odds ; thy lustre thickens , When he shines by : I say again , thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him ; But , he away , ' tis noble . Ant . Get thee gone : - Say to Ventidius , I would ...
... natural luck , He beats thee ' gainst the odds ; thy lustre thickens , When he shines by : I say again , thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him ; But , he away , ' tis noble . Ant . Get thee gone : - Say to Ventidius , I would ...
Pàgina 133
... nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . Waged equal with him . Agr . His taints and honours A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity : but you , gods , will give us Some faults to make us men . Cæsar is touch'd ...
... nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . Waged equal with him . Agr . His taints and honours A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity : but you , gods , will give us Some faults to make us men . Cæsar is touch'd ...
Pàgina 140
... Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy ; yet , to imagine An Antony , were nature's piece ' gainst fancy , Condemning shadows quite . Dol . Hear me , good madam : Your loss is as yourself , great ; and you bear it As ...
... Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy ; yet , to imagine An Antony , were nature's piece ' gainst fancy , Condemning shadows quite . Dol . Hear me , good madam : Your loss is as yourself , great ; and you bear it As ...
Pàgina 148
... nature can so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desir'd . Dost thou lie still ? If thus thou vanishest , thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave - taking . Painted by Morean . 148 ANTONY ...
... nature can so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desir'd . Dost thou lie still ? If thus thou vanishest , thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave - taking . Painted by Morean . 148 ANTONY ...
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Pàgina 42 - The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Pàgina 24 - It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Pàgina 271 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pàgina 267 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st : In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Pàgina 149 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied ! CHAR. O eastern star ! CLEO. Peace, peace ! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep ? CHAR.
Pàgina 269 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 148 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Pàgina 152 - Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument:— She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
Pàgina 318 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ; The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Pàgina 238 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; * whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states,1 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.