William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His TeachingMelville & Mullen, 1903 - 410 Seiten |
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... Sweet swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a ...
... Sweet swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a ...
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... sweet , murdered Desdemona , or self - stabbed with rash , but honest Othello , than triumph with the thrice execrable Iago ; and rather lie murdered at midnight like gracious Duncan , his white hair dabbled with his gore , than be his ...
... sweet , murdered Desdemona , or self - stabbed with rash , but honest Othello , than triumph with the thrice execrable Iago ; and rather lie murdered at midnight like gracious Duncan , his white hair dabbled with his gore , than be his ...
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... ( sweet and chaste ) Thy name in Fame's immortal book have placed , Live ever thou , at least in fame live ever , Well may thy body die , but Fame dies never . " And we are informed that Gabriel Harvey wrote that " the younger sort take ...
... ( sweet and chaste ) Thy name in Fame's immortal book have placed , Live ever thou , at least in fame live ever , Well may thy body die , but Fame dies never . " And we are informed that Gabriel Harvey wrote that " the younger sort take ...
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... Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying ...
... Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying ...
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... sweet way I was in to despair ! What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heaven , I'll hate him everlastingly , That bids me be of comfort any more . Go to Flint Castle ; there I'll pine away ; A king , woe's slave , shall ...
... sweet way I was in to despair ! What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heaven , I'll hate him everlastingly , That bids me be of comfort any more . Go to Flint Castle ; there I'll pine away ; A king , woe's slave , shall ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alonso Antony Apemantus Ariel art thou Arviragus Banquo Belarius blood brother Brutus Cæsar Caliban Camillo Cassius character Citizen Clarence Cloten Cordelia Coriolanus crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death deed dost doth drama duke earth English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear Ferdinand Florizel fool friends give gods grace Guiderius Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Hermione honour Iago imagination Imogen John Heminge John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar king Lady Lear Leontes live look lord Macbeth master Menenius Miranda mother Murderer nature ne'er never night noble Othello Paulina Perdita Pisanio play Polixenes poor Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Prince Prospero Queen Richard Richard Burbage Rome scene Shake Shakespeare Shylock Sidney Lee sleep soldier soul speak speare's spirit Stratford sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Timon unto villain Volumnia weep William Shakespeare words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 197 - 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...
Seite 148 - I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile prom'ontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Seite 404 - 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 himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 137 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted...
Seite 302 - 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 221 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 197 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Seite 184 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 177 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Seite 145 - And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up! — Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory 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.