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 61
... Sorrow were ever raz'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . COURAGE ( See also VALOUR ) . Pr'ythee peace ; I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Things out of hope are compass't oft with ...
... Sorrow were ever raz'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . COURAGE ( See also VALOUR ) . Pr'ythee peace ; I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Things out of hope are compass't oft with ...
Pàgina 82
... sorrows , He gave his honours to the world again , His blessed part to heaven , -and slept in peace . OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS , BY VILE HANDS . Great men oft die by vile bezonians : A Roman sworder and banditti slave , Murder'd sweet Tully ...
... sorrows , He gave his honours to the world again , His blessed part to heaven , -and slept in peace . OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS , BY VILE HANDS . Great men oft die by vile bezonians : A Roman sworder and banditti slave , Murder'd sweet Tully ...
Pàgina 92
... sorrow that dwells every where : Desolate , desolate , will I hence and die ; The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye . R. II . i . 2 . DESPAIR . There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; Life is as tedious as a twice told ...
... sorrow that dwells every where : Desolate , desolate , will I hence and die ; The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye . R. II . i . 2 . DESPAIR . There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; Life is as tedious as a twice told ...
Pàgina 94
... ingenious feeling T. A. iv . 3 . Of my huge sorrows ! better I were distract ; So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs ; DESPONDENCY , -continued . And woes , by wrong imaginations 94 DES DES Shakespearian Dictionary .
... ingenious feeling T. A. iv . 3 . Of my huge sorrows ! better I were distract ; So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs ; DESPONDENCY , -continued . And woes , by wrong imaginations 94 DES DES Shakespearian Dictionary .
Pàgina 98
... sorrow , out of tune , are worse Than priests and fanes that lie . DISASTERS . Checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots , by the conflux of meeting sap , Infect the sound pine , and divert his grain C ...
... sorrow , out of tune , are worse Than priests and fanes that lie . DISASTERS . Checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots , by the conflux of meeting sap , Infect the sound pine , and divert his grain C ...
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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. W. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks continued coward crown dead death deed devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.VI hand hang hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour Julius Cæsar K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii M. V. iii men's mock moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor prince R. J. ii Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand 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 Сут
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...