Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic PoetF. Bell, 1853 - 418 Seiten |
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... weep for me , Almost no grave allow'd me ; -like the lily , That once was mistress of the field , and flourish'd , I ... weeping eye . DESPAIR . There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; Life is as tedious as a twice told tale ...
... weep for me , Almost no grave allow'd me ; -like the lily , That once was mistress of the field , and flourish'd , I ... weeping eye . DESPAIR . There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; Life is as tedious as a twice told tale ...
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... weep , and word it with thee ; For notes of sorrow , out of tune , are worse Than priests and fanes that lie . DISASTERS . Checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots , by the conflux of meeting sap ...
... weep , and word it with thee ; For notes of sorrow , out of tune , are worse Than priests and fanes that lie . DISASTERS . Checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots , by the conflux of meeting sap ...
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... weep their dust : Our own love waking cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon . A. W. v . 3 . DISPROPORTION . O , the more angel she , And you the blacker devil . DISQUIET . 0. v . 2 . Look where he comes ...
... weep their dust : Our own love waking cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon . A. W. v . 3 . DISPROPORTION . O , the more angel she , And you the blacker devil . DISQUIET . 0. v . 2 . Look where he comes ...
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... weeper smile , the laugher weep . They have the dialect and different skill , Catching all passions in their craft of will . A. C. v . 2 . ELOQUENCE , -continued . That in the general bosom they 108 EAG Shakespearian Dictionary . ELO E. ...
... weeper smile , the laugher weep . They have the dialect and different skill , Catching all passions in their craft of will . A. C. v . 2 . ELOQUENCE , -continued . That in the general bosom they 108 EAG Shakespearian Dictionary . ELO E. ...
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... weep , I am fallen indeed . H. VIII . iii . 2 There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours , Or ...
... weep , I am fallen indeed . H. VIII . iii . 2 There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours , Or ...
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A. C. iv A. Y. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks coward crown dead death deed devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.V. iv H.VI H.VIII hand hang hate hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii men's mind mock moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor prince R. J. iii rich Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand strange swear sweet sword T. N. iii tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true valour VIII villain virtue W.T. iv weep wind words youth
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Seite 249 - 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 364 - 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 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 120 - 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 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Seite 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...