William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His TeachingMelville & Mullen, 1903 - 410 pagini |
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Pagina 9
... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? - seems a still greater conception , for it reveals in the mortal speaker his unshaken faith in the promise of ...
... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? - seems a still greater conception , for it reveals in the mortal speaker his unshaken faith in the promise of ...
Pagina 43
... fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . " I leave it to your Honourable survey , and your Honour to your heart's content , which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation . " Your Honour's in all duty ...
... fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . " I leave it to your Honourable survey , and your Honour to your heart's content , which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation . " Your Honour's in all duty ...
Pagina 46
... fear that if it be condemned as a musty superfluity , " not he , but I , must be blamed . But I yield to his impor- tunity . More than half a century ago I was one of ten or more in the house of a genial friend . In the company was a ...
... fear that if it be condemned as a musty superfluity , " not he , but I , must be blamed . But I yield to his impor- tunity . More than half a century ago I was one of ten or more in the house of a genial friend . In the company was a ...
Pagina 52
... nothing but despair . One day too late , I fear , my noble lord , Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth : O , call back yesterday , bid time return . And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men ! To 52 SHAKESPEARE .
... nothing but despair . One day too late , I fear , my noble lord , Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth : O , call back yesterday , bid time return . And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men ! To 52 SHAKESPEARE .
Pagina 54
... state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a little scene To monarchize , be fear'd , and kill with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit , - As if this flesh , which walls about our life 54 SHAKESPEARE .
... state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a little scene To monarchize , be fear'd , and kill with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit , - As if this flesh , which walls about our life 54 SHAKESPEARE .
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William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His Teaching George William Rusden Vizualizare completă - 1903 |
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William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His Teaching George William Rusden Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2019 |
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Pagina 197 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 148 - I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile prom'ontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Pagina 404 - 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 himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pagina 137 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted...
Pagina 302 - 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...
Pagina 221 - 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.
Pagina 197 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Pagina 184 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pagina 177 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Pagina 145 - And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up! — Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.