Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 sidor |
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... doth the prison'd bird , And sing our bondage freely . " The answer of Bellarius to this expostulation is hardly satisfactory ; for nothing can be an answer to hope , or the passion of the mind for unknown good , but experience . - The ...
... doth the prison'd bird , And sing our bondage freely . " The answer of Bellarius to this expostulation is hardly satisfactory ; for nothing can be an answer to hope , or the passion of the mind for unknown good , but experience . - The ...
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William Hazlitt. MACBETH . " The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives ...
William Hazlitt. MACBETH . " The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives ...
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... doth seem To have thee crowned withal . " This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph , this uncontrolable eagerness of anticipation , which seems to dilate her form and take possession of all her faculties , this solid ...
... doth seem To have thee crowned withal . " This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph , this uncontrolable eagerness of anticipation , which seems to dilate her form and take possession of all her faculties , this solid ...
Sida 54
... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being cost in conference by some senators ...
... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being cost in conference by some senators ...
Sida 58
... doth not the day break here ? Casca . No. Cinna . O pardon , Sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines , That fret the clouds , are messengers of day . Casca You shall confess , that you are both deceiv'd : Here , as I point my sword , the sun ...
... doth not the day break here ? Casca . No. Cinna . O pardon , Sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines , That fret the clouds , are messengers of day . Casca You shall confess , that you are both deceiv'd : Here , as I point my sword , the sun ...
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Sida 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Sida 127 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Sida 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Sida 251 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Sida 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sida 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Sida 318 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Sida 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Sida 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Sida 154 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...