The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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... ladies ; and thy steps , no more Than a delightful measure , or a dance : For gnarled forrow hath less pow'r to bite The man that mocks at it , and fets it light . King Richard II . A. 1. Sc . 3 . BASTARDY . Thou , Nature , art my ...
... ladies ; and thy steps , no more Than a delightful measure , or a dance : For gnarled forrow hath less pow'r to bite The man that mocks at it , and fets it light . King Richard II . A. 1. Sc . 3 . BASTARDY . Thou , Nature , art my ...
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... lady is fair ; ' tis a truth , I can bear them witness : and virtuous ; - ' tis so , I cannot reprove it : and wife - but for loving me : - By my troth , it is no ad- dition to her wit ; nor no great argument of her folly ; for I will ...
... lady is fair ; ' tis a truth , I can bear them witness : and virtuous ; - ' tis so , I cannot reprove it : and wife - but for loving me : - By my troth , it is no ad- dition to her wit ; nor no great argument of her folly ; for I will ...
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... Lady , you are the cruellest she alive , If you will lead these graces to the grave , And leave the world no copy . Twelfth Night , A. 1. Sc . 5 . Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base fale of chapman's tongues ...
... Lady , you are the cruellest she alive , If you will lead these graces to the grave , And leave the world no copy . Twelfth Night , A. 1. Sc . 5 . Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base fale of chapman's tongues ...
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... lady's chamber - window With fome sweet concert ; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead filence Will well become fuch sweet complaining grievance . This , or else nothing , will inherit her . The Two Gentlemen of ...
... lady's chamber - window With fome sweet concert ; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead filence Will well become fuch sweet complaining grievance . This , or else nothing , will inherit her . The Two Gentlemen of ...
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... lady ! ) stand I , even so , As doubtful whether what I fee be true , Until confirm'd , fign'd , ratified by you . The Merchant of Venice , A. 3. Sc . z . -The - The wound of peace is surety ,. Surety secure The Beauties of Shakspeare . 39.
... lady ! ) stand I , even so , As doubtful whether what I fee be true , Until confirm'd , fign'd , ratified by you . The Merchant of Venice , A. 3. Sc . z . -The - The wound of peace is surety ,. Surety secure The Beauties of Shakspeare . 39.
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Strona 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strona 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Strona 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strona 137 - 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.
Strona 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strona 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Strona 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strona 67 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strona 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strona 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.