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Pagina 14
... breath that blew , every wave that rolled to our shores , brought with it some accession to our knowledge , which was en- grafted on the national genius . In fact , all the disposable ma- terials that had been accumulating for a long ...
... breath that blew , every wave that rolled to our shores , brought with it some accession to our knowledge , which was en- grafted on the national genius . In fact , all the disposable ma- terials that had been accumulating for a long ...
Pagina 26
... breath . Small keepe tooke he whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne , but as a liuing death , So dead aliue , of life he drew the breath . The bodies rest , the quiet of the hart , The trauiles ...
... breath . Small keepe tooke he whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne , but as a liuing death , So dead aliue , of life he drew the breath . The bodies rest , the quiet of the hart , The trauiles ...
Pagina 27
... breath , For briefe , the shape and messenger of Death . " John Lyly ( born in the Weald of Kent about the year 1553 ) , was the author of Midas and Endymion , of Alexander and Campaspe , and of the comedy of Mother Bombie . Of the last ...
... breath , For briefe , the shape and messenger of Death . " John Lyly ( born in the Weald of Kent about the year 1553 ) , was the author of Midas and Endymion , of Alexander and Campaspe , and of the comedy of Mother Bombie . Of the last ...
Pagina 40
... breath . " * " From discontent grows treason , And on the stalk of treason death . " * ' Tyrants swim safest in a crimson flood . " The two following lines- " Oh ! I grow dull , and the cold hand of sleep Hath thrust his icy fingers in ...
... breath . " * " From discontent grows treason , And on the stalk of treason death . " * ' Tyrants swim safest in a crimson flood . " The two following lines- " Oh ! I grow dull , and the cold hand of sleep Hath thrust his icy fingers in ...
Pagina 49
... breath marriage sends forth ! The violet bed's not sweeter . Honest wedlock Is like a banqueting house built in a garden , On which the spring's chaste flowers take delight To cast their modest odours ; when base lust , With all her ...
... breath marriage sends forth ! The violet bed's not sweeter . Honest wedlock Is like a banqueting house built in a garden , On which the spring's chaste flowers take delight To cast their modest odours ; when base lust , With all her ...
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admiration affections Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson blood breath Cæsar Caliban character comedy comic Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE D'Ol death delight Desdemona dost doth dramatic Duke effeminacy Endymion equal Eumenides eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fire fool fortune friends genius give grace GUIDERIUS hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry honour human Iago imagination interest Jonson king kiss Lear learning live look lord Macbeth MALVOLIO manner MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion person pity play pleasure poet poetical poetry pride prince quincunxes racters rich Richard II scene seems Sejanus sense sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sleep soul speak speech spirit striking style sweet taste tell tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto virtue words writers youth
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Pagina 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Pagina 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pagina 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Pagina 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Pagina 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Pagina 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 210 - 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 spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pagina 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Pagina 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Pagina 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.