Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volumul 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Pagina 94
... true - filed lines ; In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon , what a sight it were , To see thee in our waters yet appear ; And make those flights upon the banks of ...
... true - filed lines ; In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon , what a sight it were , To see thee in our waters yet appear ; And make those flights upon the banks of ...
Pagina 23
... true . Sal . As true , as , I believe , you think them false , That give you cause to prove my saying true . Const . O if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; And let belief and life ...
... true . Sal . As true , as , I believe , you think them false , That give you cause to prove my saying true . Const . O if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; And let belief and life ...
Pagina 25
... true love , Between our kingdoms , and our royal selves ; And even before this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands , To clap this royal bargain up of peace , Heaven knows , they were besmear'd and ...
... true love , Between our kingdoms , and our royal selves ; And even before this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands , To clap this royal bargain up of peace , Heaven knows , they were besmear'd and ...
Pagina 28
... true redress , Death , death . - O , amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put ...
... true redress , Death , death . - O , amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put ...
Pagina 39
... true ? Mel . Have I not hideous death within my view , Retaining but a quantity of life , Which bleeds away , even as a form of wax Resolveth from his figure ' gainst the fire ? What in the world should make me now deceive , Since I ...
... true ? Mel . Have I not hideous death within my view , Retaining but a quantity of life , Which bleeds away , even as a form of wax Resolveth from his figure ' gainst the fire ? What in the world should make me now deceive , Since I ...
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Pagina 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pagina 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Pagina 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pagina 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Pagina 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pagina 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Pagina 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...