The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 Seiten |
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... moon : If thou art rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ingots bows , Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey , And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels , which do call thee sire ...
... moon : If thou art rich , thou art poor ; For , like an ass , whose back with ingots bows , Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey , And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels , which do call thee sire ...
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... moon sleeps with Endymion , And would not be awak'd ! MOONLIGHT NIGHT . This night , methinks , is but the daylight sick , It looks a little paler ; ' tis a day , Such as the day is when the sun is hid . A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM . ACT ...
... moon sleeps with Endymion , And would not be awak'd ! MOONLIGHT NIGHT . This night , methinks , is but the daylight sick , It looks a little paler ; ' tis a day , Such as the day is when the sun is hid . A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM . ACT ...
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... In number more than ever women spoke ; - In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . * Momentary + Black . THE MOON . When Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage 52 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... In number more than ever women spoke ; - In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . * Momentary + Black . THE MOON . When Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage 52 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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... MOON . When Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass . LOVE . Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes ...
... MOON . When Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass . LOVE . Things base and vile , holding no quantity , Love can transpose to form and dignity . Love looks not with the eyes ...
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... moon , the governess of floods , Pale in her anger , washes all the air , That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature , we see The seasons alter : hoary - headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ...
... moon , the governess of floods , Pale in her anger , washes all the air , That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature , we see The seasons alter : hoary - headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek CORDELIA CORIOLANUS Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA doth dream ears earth eyes fair false farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief Hamlet hand hang hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hell honour i'the Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Macd maid Mark Antony moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus pity poison'd poor prince Queen revenge Romeo shake shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee Ther There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Tybalt Ulyss vex'd villain virtue weep wife wilt wind words wretch youth
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Seite 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Seite 226 - 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 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Seite 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Seite 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.