The Dramatic Works and Poems, Volumul 1Harper & Bros., 1847 |
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Pagina 46
William Shakespeare. Mira I do not know One of my sex ; LO woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am ...
William Shakespeare. Mira I do not know One of my sex ; LO woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am ...
Pagina 47
... woman , But only Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . F Ste . warrant , Is it so brave a lass ? And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill this man : his daughter ...
... woman , But only Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . F Ste . warrant , Is it so brave a lass ? And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill this man : his daughter ...
Pagina 56
... woman to Julia . tine . Servants , Musicians . SCENE , sometimes in VERONA ; sometimes in MILAN ; and on the frontiers of MANTUA . And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks should not be chronicled for wise . Pro . Yet writers say ...
... woman to Julia . tine . Servants , Musicians . SCENE , sometimes in VERONA ; sometimes in MILAN ; and on the frontiers of MANTUA . And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks should not be chronicled for wise . Pro . Yet writers say ...
Pagina 57
... woman's reason , I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And would'st thou have me cast my love or . him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of ...
... woman's reason , I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And would'st thou have me cast my love or . him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of ...
Pagina 64
... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit up in ...
... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit up in ...
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Dramatic Works and Poems: With Notes, Original and Selected ..., Volumele 1-2 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1848 |
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Pagina 167 - 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.
Pagina 351 - 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 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Pagina 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Pagina 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Pagina 349 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Pagina 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Pagina 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pagina 229 - 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.