The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 páginas |
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... thousand similes . First , for his weeping in the needless stream ; Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone , Left and abandon'd of his ...
... thousand similes . First , for his weeping in the needless stream ; Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone , Left and abandon'd of his ...
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... thousand grains , That issue out of dust : happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects * , After the ...
... thousand grains , That issue out of dust : happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects * , After the ...
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... thousand scapes * of wit Make thee the father of their idle dream , And rack thee in their fancies . SOUND SLEEP . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless labour When it lies starkly † in the traveller's bones . ACT V. CHARACTER OF AN ...
... thousand scapes * of wit Make thee the father of their idle dream , And rack thee in their fancies . SOUND SLEEP . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless labour When it lies starkly † in the traveller's bones . ACT V. CHARACTER OF AN ...
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... thousand ducats ? or Shall I bend low , and , in a bondman's key , With ' bated breath , and whispering humbleness , Say this- Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last ; You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ...
... thousand ducats ? or Shall I bend low , and , in a bondman's key , With ' bated breath , and whispering humbleness , Say this- Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last ; You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ...
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... thousand ducats : I'll not answer that : But , say , it is my humour * : Is it answer'd ? What if my house be troubled with a rat , And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned ? What , are you answer'd yet ? Some men ...
... thousand ducats : I'll not answer that : But , say , it is my humour * : Is it answer'd ? What if my house be troubled with a rat , And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned ? What , are you answer'd yet ? Some men ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek CORDELIA CORIOLANUS Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA doth dream ears earth eyes fair false farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief Hamlet hand hang hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hell honour i'the Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Macd maid Mark Antony moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus pity poison'd poor prince Queen revenge Romeo shake shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee Ther There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Tybalt Ulyss vex'd villain virtue weep wife wilt wind words wretch youth
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Página 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, 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.
Página 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Página 226 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Página 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Página 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.