The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 1C. Knight, 1851 |
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... nature , letting it there stand Till she had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were some spite : my invocation Is fair and honest , and , in his mistress ' name , I conjure only but to raise up him . BEN . Come , he hath hid himself ...
... nature , letting it there stand Till she had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were some spite : my invocation Is fair and honest , and , in his mistress ' name , I conjure only but to raise up him . BEN . Come , he hath hid himself ...
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... nature's mother , is her tomb 27 ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some , and yet all ...
... nature's mother , is her tomb 27 ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some , and yet all ...
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... nature : for this drivelling love is like a great natural , that runs lolling and down to hide his bauble in a hole . up BEN . Stop there , stop there . MER . Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair . BEN . Thou wouldst ...
... nature : for this drivelling love is like a great natural , that runs lolling and down to hide his bauble in a hole . up BEN . Stop there , stop there . MER . Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair . BEN . Thou wouldst ...
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... nature . Fond nature has been introduced into the text from the second folio . The dif- ficulty of some is not manifest . Some nature - some impulses of nature - some part of our nature . The idea may have suggested the " some natural ...
... nature . Fond nature has been introduced into the text from the second folio . The dif- ficulty of some is not manifest . Some nature - some impulses of nature - some part of our nature . The idea may have suggested the " some natural ...
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... nature , must , of necessity , sometimes deceive the ardour of the writer into whimsical or ridiculous combinations . As the reader , however , is not blinded by this fascinating principle , which , while it creates the association ...
... nature , must , of necessity , sometimes deceive the ardour of the writer into whimsical or ridiculous combinations . As the reader , however , is not blinded by this fascinating principle , which , while it creates the association ...
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Страница 139 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Страница 175 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Страница 584 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Страница 562 - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Страница 529 - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
Страница 125 - 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.
Страница 565 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. 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...
Страница 18 - Drums in his ears; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night ; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
Страница 26 - t is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Страница 27 - 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.