The Bible in Shakspeare: A Study of the Relation of the Works of William Shakspeare to the BibleWinona, 1903 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina viii
... follows the plough , when the weaver shall hum them to the tune of his shuttle , when the traveler shall while away , with their stories , the weari- ness of his journey . " That time had come . The days of the Reformation were at hand ...
... follows the plough , when the weaver shall hum them to the tune of his shuttle , when the traveler shall while away , with their stories , the weari- ness of his journey . " That time had come . The days of the Reformation were at hand ...
Pagina ix
... follows : - " In ' storing his mind , Shakspeare went first to the word and then to the " works of God . In shaping the truths derived from these sources he " obeyed the instinct implanted by him who had formed him , -Shak- speare ...
... follows : - " In ' storing his mind , Shakspeare went first to the word and then to the " works of God . In shaping the truths derived from these sources he " obeyed the instinct implanted by him who had formed him , -Shak- speare ...
Pagina 32
... follow that these were all purposely quoted from the Bible , but it does establish , beyond all dispute , that the mind of the great dramatist was thoroughly imbued with the thoughts and teachings of the Scriptures.1 So frequently does ...
... follow that these were all purposely quoted from the Bible , but it does establish , beyond all dispute , that the mind of the great dramatist was thoroughly imbued with the thoughts and teachings of the Scriptures.1 So frequently does ...
Pagina 39
... follow'd : Judas was hang'd on an elder . ' Love's Labor 5 : 2 . With Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity : yet you Pilate's Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross And water cannot wash away your sins . Rich . II . 4 : I ...
... follow'd : Judas was hang'd on an elder . ' Love's Labor 5 : 2 . With Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity : yet you Pilate's Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross And water cannot wash away your sins . Rich . II . 4 : I ...
Pagina 63
... follow those that even now fled hence , And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads . " They retire from the scene fighting , and in short order Guiderius returns , bearing the boastful prince's head , and says : - " With his own ...
... follow those that even now fled hence , And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads . " They retire from the scene fighting , and in short order Guiderius returns , bearing the boastful prince's head , and says : - " With his own ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Ahab All's angel Bible blessed blood bosom brother Caesar character Christ Christian conscience Cres crown Cymb death deeds devil divine doth drama earth eternal evil Falstaff father fear fool foul friends genius Gent give God's grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven hell holy honor human Iago II Hen immortal Jephthah Judas justice King John King Lear live look Lord Love's Labor Lucrece Macb Macbeth Matt Meas MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERCHANT OF VENICE mercy Merry Wives mind moral murder never oath Othello pardon passages peace Pericles play Poet pray prayers religious revenge Rich Richard III says Scripture Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sins sleep Sonnet Sonnet 93 sorrow soul spirit sweet Tempest thee There's thine things thou art thought Timon Titus tongue Troi true truth Twelfth Night unto VIII virtue wicked wife Winter's Tale word
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Pagina 210 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Pagina 196 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 1 - 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.
Pagina 184 - One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Pagina 172 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Pagina 179 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Pagina 143 - I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves : The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Pagina 185 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 221 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pagina 177 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.