The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 страници |
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... sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st VOW That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That ...
... sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st VOW That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That ...
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... ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . + Called . * Nipping . ACT III . HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE . O ! 26 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE . A CONCEITED COURTIER. ...
... ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . + Called . * Nipping . ACT III . HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE . O ! 26 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE . A CONCEITED COURTIER. ...
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... sweet . Do not call it sin in me , That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom even Jove would swear , Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . THE POWER OF LOVE . But love , first learned in a ...
... sweet . Do not call it sin in me , That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom even Jove would swear , Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . THE POWER OF LOVE . But love , first learned in a ...
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William Shakespeare. Subtle as sphinx , as sweet and musical , As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair : And , when love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . Never durst ... sweet and musical, ...
William Shakespeare. Subtle as sphinx , as sweet and musical , As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair : And , when love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . Never durst ... sweet and musical, ...
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... sweet , To show how costly summer was at hand , As this fore - spurrer comes before his lord . ACT III . THE JEW'S REVENGE . If it will feed nothing else , it will feed my revenge . He hath disgraced me , and hindered me of half a ...
... sweet , To show how costly summer was at hand , As this fore - spurrer comes before his lord . ACT III . THE JEW'S REVENGE . If it will feed nothing else , it will feed my revenge . He hath disgraced me , and hindered me of half a ...
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Страница 61 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 103 - 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...
Страница 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Страница 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Страница 17 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Страница 127 - 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...
Страница 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Страница 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Страница 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Страница 102 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?