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The Shakespeare's cyclopædia; or, A classified and elucidated ..., Del 1
James Hamilton Fennell
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1862
action admirable affection ancient animal appears approaching beard beauty become body Book called cause character death described disease doth dreams Edition existence express eyes face fact faculties fall fancy fear feeling forehead gives hair Hamlet hand hath head heart Henry History hour human ideas illustration imagination Infancy insane instances John King knowledge labour ladies learning liver look lord lover Macbeth Measure melancholy memory mental mind murder nature never night nose objects observation old age once Ophelia organs passage passion perfect persons Philosophy play poet possessed present Queene reason relate Romeo says scene sense seven Shakespeare sleep sometimes sound stomach sweet tears thee thing thou thought touch true truth turned unto variety voice voyce waking young youth
Sida 32 - 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...
Sida 23 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state. she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Sida 26 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Sida 10 - I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; Leave gormandizing ; know the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men. Reply not to me with a fool-born...
Sida 48 - Let it be so ; thy truth then be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Sida 4 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sida 10 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Sida 21 - 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!
Sida 35 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Sida 26 - ... Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave ' of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .