The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen12E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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... heart wrapt in a player's hide supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank - verse as the best of you and being an absolute Johannes fac - totum , is in his own conceit the only shake - scene in a country . O that I might entreat ...
... heart wrapt in a player's hide supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank - verse as the best of you and being an absolute Johannes fac - totum , is in his own conceit the only shake - scene in a country . O that I might entreat ...
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... heart - throbbing line , Could but a graver subject him content , Without love's foolish , lazy languishment . " 1 The allusion in The Return from Parnassus to Ben Jonson's " purge " cannot be satisfactorily explained ; it can only be ...
... heart - throbbing line , Could but a graver subject him content , Without love's foolish , lazy languishment . " 1 The allusion in The Return from Parnassus to Ben Jonson's " purge " cannot be satisfactorily explained ; it can only be ...
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... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so , sepúlcher'd in such pomp dost lie That ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so , sepúlcher'd in such pomp dost lie That ...
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... heart to bestow it all of your worship . Leon . I would fain know what you have to say . Verg . Marry , sir , our watch to - night , excepting your wor- ship's presence , ha ' ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina . Dog ...
... heart to bestow it all of your worship . Leon . I would fain know what you have to say . Verg . Marry , sir , our watch to - night , excepting your wor- ship's presence , ha ' ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina . Dog ...
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... hearts of men and women ; one from whom may be learned something of that inmost principle that ever modulates ... heart of man . " † 66 We must pause , lest our readers reject us , as the Bishop of Durham the poor curate , because ...
... hearts of men and women ; one from whom may be learned something of that inmost principle that ever modulates ... heart of man . " † 66 We must pause , lest our readers reject us , as the Bishop of Durham the poor curate , because ...
Términos y frases comunes
beauty behold blood Cæsar character cheeks Collatine comedies Comp conj dead dear death dost doth edition Elizabethan era eyes fair Falstaff fancy fear fire flower fool foul Francis Meres gentle give Gorboduc grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry honour John Julius Cæsar King kiss labour lips live London look Lord Lord Strange's men Love's Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece lust Marlowe mind miracle-plays moral-play Muse never night passion Passionate Pilgrim pity play poem poet poet's poor praise Preface published Quarto queen quoth rhyming Richard Richard Burbage Richard III Shake shalt shame Sonnets sorrow soul speak speare stage Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon Susanna Hall sweet Tarquin tears tell theatres thee thine thing thou art thought thyself Time's tongue tragedy true truth unto Venus and Adonis verse weep William Shakespeare write youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Página 270 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 30 - In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 249 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 242 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 245 - O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 264 - TO me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a...
Página 267 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my Rose ; in it thou art my all. CX. Alas ! 'tis true, I have gone here and there. And made myself a motley to the view ; Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear.
Página 26 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Página 192 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.