Pearls of Shakespeare: A Collection of the Most Brilliant Passages Found in His PlaysJ. Blackwood, 1860 - 160 էջ |
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... fire which burn'd the Carthage queen , When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; By all the vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke ; - In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I ...
... fire which burn'd the Carthage queen , When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; By all the vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke ; - In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I ...
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... , and trumpets ' clang ? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear , As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ? E THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE . For ' tis the mind. TAMING OF THE SHREW . 37.
... , and trumpets ' clang ? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear , As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ? E THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE . For ' tis the mind. TAMING OF THE SHREW . 37.
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... fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set upon me : Sometime like apes , that moe * and chatter at me , * Make mouths . And after , bite me ; then like hedge -. E 2 TEMPEST . 41 ...
... fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set upon me : Sometime like apes , that moe * and chatter at me , * Make mouths . And after , bite me ; then like hedge -. E 2 TEMPEST . 41 ...
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... fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong - based promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves , at my command , Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth By my ...
... fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong - based promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves , at my command , Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth By my ...
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... fire with snow , As seek to quench the fire of love with words . Luc . I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; But qualify the fire's extreme rage , Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason . Jul . The more thou damm'st it ...
... fire with snow , As seek to quench the fire of love with words . Luc . I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; But qualify the fire's extreme rage , Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason . Jul . The more thou damm'st it ...
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Էջ 102 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Էջ 105 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep ; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to ?—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Էջ 26 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Էջ 152 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Էջ 151 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Էջ 127 - 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' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* goutsf of blood, Which was not so before.
Էջ 108 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Էջ 116 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Էջ 30 - 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.
Էջ 102 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.