The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 86
Seite 10
Will you any thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall you mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddefs , and a Sovereign ...
Will you any thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall you mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddefs , and a Sovereign ...
Seite 11
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and kifs , like native things .. Impoffible be ftrange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be .
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and kifs , like native things .. Impoffible be ftrange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be .
Seite 13
As the text and ftops are ree form'd , these are most beautiful lines , and the fenfe this " He " had no contempt or bi terness ; if he had any thing that look'd like " pride or fharpness , ( of which qualities contempt and bitterness ...
As the text and ftops are ree form'd , these are most beautiful lines , and the fenfe this " He " had no contempt or bi terness ; if he had any thing that look'd like " pride or fharpness , ( of which qualities contempt and bitterness ...
Seite 14
( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenses All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fathions ...
( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenses All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fathions ...
Seite 29
Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd : It is not fo with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guefs by shows : But most it is prefumption in us , when The help of heav'n we count the act of men .
Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd : It is not fo with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guefs by shows : But most it is prefumption in us , when The help of heav'n we count the act of men .
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
bear better blood bring brother changes comes Count daughter dear death doth Duke ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear feems fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter Marry mean moft mother muft nature never night Paul peace play poor pray Prince Queen SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thanks thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.