The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 Seiten |
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... and sweetest child of fancy : and when my imagination has been heated by the glowing ardour of his uncommon fire , have never failed to lament , that his BEAUTIES should be so obscured , and that he himself 1 * PREFACE. ...
... and sweetest child of fancy : and when my imagination has been heated by the glowing ardour of his uncommon fire , have never failed to lament , that his BEAUTIES should be so obscured , and that he himself 1 * PREFACE. ...
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... child of fancy , that Armado hight , t For interim to our studies , shall relate , In high - born words , the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain , lost in the world's debate . ACT II . BEAUTY . My beauty , though but mean , Needs ...
... child of fancy , that Armado hight , t For interim to our studies , shall relate , In high - born words , the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain , lost in the world's debate . ACT II . BEAUTY . My beauty , though but mean , Needs ...
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... child , Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd . As waggish boys in game * themselves forswear , So the boy love is perjur'd every where . PUCK . I am that merry wanderer of the night , I jest to Oberon , and make him smile , When I a ...
... child , Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd . As waggish boys in game * themselves forswear , So the boy love is perjur'd every where . PUCK . I am that merry wanderer of the night , I jest to Oberon , and make him smile , When I a ...
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... child , Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine , And bid him speak of patience ; Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine , And let it answer every strain for strain ; As thus for thus , and such a grief for such , In every ...
... child , Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine , And bid him speak of patience ; Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine , And let it answer every strain for strain ; As thus for thus , and such a grief for such , In every ...
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... CHILD . O ho , O ho ! - ' would it nad been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . MUSIC . Where should this music be ? i ' the air , or the earth , It sounds no more : -and sure , it waits upon ...
... CHILD . O ho , O ho ! - ' would it nad been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . MUSIC . Where should this music be ? i ' the air , or the earth , It sounds no more : -and sure , it waits upon ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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?