Studies of Shakespeare: In the Plays of King John, Cymbeline, Macbeth, As You Like It, Much Ado about Nothing, Romeo and Juliet, with Observations on the Criticism and the Acting of Those PlaysLongman Brown, Green and Longmans, 1847 - 384 страници |
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... thou take all England up ! From forth this morsel of dead royalty , The life , the right , and truth , of all this realm Is fled to heaven . - It is in tracing the course of the retribution upon John , political and personal , as a ...
... thou take all England up ! From forth this morsel of dead royalty , The life , the right , and truth , of all this realm Is fled to heaven . - It is in tracing the course of the retribution upon John , political and personal , as a ...
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... Thou and thine usurp The domination , royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy . Such is her defiance to Elinor . Still more strikingly unfolded is the entire subordination , in the breast of Constance , of all ambitious view , to the ...
... Thou and thine usurp The domination , royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy . Such is her defiance to Elinor . Still more strikingly unfolded is the entire subordination , in the breast of Constance , of all ambitious view , to the ...
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... thou Become thy great birth , nor deserve a crown . But thou art fair ; and at thy birth , dear boy ! Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great . Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast , And with the half - blown rose . But ...
... thou Become thy great birth , nor deserve a crown . But thou art fair ; and at thy birth , dear boy ! Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great . Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast , And with the half - blown rose . But ...
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... thou dost call usurper , France ? it is but natural that she should say , Let me make answer - thy usurping son . And Elinor's atrocious imputation upon her , of adultery and of guilty ambition- Out , insolent ! -thy bastard shall be ...
... thou dost call usurper , France ? it is but natural that she should say , Let me make answer - thy usurping son . And Elinor's atrocious imputation upon her , of adultery and of guilty ambition- Out , insolent ! -thy bastard shall be ...
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... Thou art not holy , to belie me so . I am not mad : this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance ; I was Geffrey's wife Young Arthur is my son , and he is lost : I am not mad ; -I would to heaven I were ! For then , ' tis like , I ...
... Thou art not holy , to belie me so . I am not mad : this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance ; I was Geffrey's wife Young Arthur is my son , and he is lost : I am not mad ; -I would to heaven I were ! For then , ' tis like , I ...
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Страница 313 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Страница 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 114 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Страница 362 - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Страница 112 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Страница 19 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Страница 310 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Страница 310 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Страница 134 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Страница 125 - 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.