The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - Всего страниц: 385 |
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... MURDER EQUALED . It were as good To pardon him , that hath from nature stolen A man already made , as to remit Their saucy sweetness , that do coin heaven's image , In stamps that are forbid : ' tis all as easy Falsely to take away a ...
... MURDER EQUALED . It were as good To pardon him , that hath from nature stolen A man already made , as to remit Their saucy sweetness , that do coin heaven's image , In stamps that are forbid : ' tis all as easy Falsely to take away a ...
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... murder had not come into my mind . Hadst thou but shook thy head , or made a pause , When I spake darkly what I purposed ; * Deliberate consideration . + Observed . Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face , 114 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... murder had not come into my mind . Hadst thou but shook thy head , or made a pause , When I spake darkly what I purposed ; * Deliberate consideration . + Observed . Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face , 114 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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... murder'd : -For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a little scene , To monarchize ...
... murder'd : -For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a little scene , To monarchize ...
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... murder'd for our pains . SCENE BETWEEN PRINCE HENRY AND HIS FATHER . Come hither to me , Harry : — Depart the chamber , leave us here alone . P. Hen . I never thought to hear you speak again . K. Hen . Thy wish was father , Harry , to ...
... murder'd for our pains . SCENE BETWEEN PRINCE HENRY AND HIS FATHER . Come hither to me , Harry : — Depart the chamber , leave us here alone . P. Hen . I never thought to hear you speak again . K. Hen . Thy wish was father , Harry , to ...
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... murder , and commit The oldest sins , the newest kind of ways ? Be happy , he will trouble you no more : England shall double gild his treble guilt ; England shall give him office , honour , might ; For the fifth Harry from curb'd ...
... murder , and commit The oldest sins , the newest kind of ways ? Be happy , he will trouble you no more : England shall double gild his treble guilt ; England shall give him office , honour , might ; For the fifth Harry from curb'd ...
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Стр. 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Стр. 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Стр. 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Стр. 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; 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...
Стр. 226 - 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...
Стр. 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Стр. 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Стр. 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Стр. 266 - 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.
Стр. 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.