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... once tried its strength there , is nowise probable : so that we may presume it to have been kept at home on the stage in one shape or another , till Shakespeare took it in hand , and so far eclipsed all who had touched it before , that ...
... once tried its strength there , is nowise probable : so that we may presume it to have been kept at home on the stage in one shape or another , till Shakespeare took it in hand , and so far eclipsed all who had touched it before , that ...
Strona 16
... once so natural and so dangerous for them to love . It has been aptly remarked , that the hero and heroine of this play , though in love , are not love - sick . Romeo , however , is something love - sick before his meeting with Juliet ...
... once so natural and so dangerous for them to love . It has been aptly remarked , that the hero and heroine of this play , though in love , are not love - sick . Romeo , however , is something love - sick before his meeting with Juliet ...
Strona 17
... once , or making it , acts first , and then reflects on what he has done , not on what he has to do . With Hamlet , it is a necessity of nature to think ; with Ro- meo , to love the former , studious of consequences , gets entan- gled ...
... once , or making it , acts first , and then reflects on what he has done , not on what he has to do . With Hamlet , it is a necessity of nature to think ; with Ro- meo , to love the former , studious of consequences , gets entan- gled ...
Strona 20
... once fits her to be au instrument , and makes her proud to be used as such . Yet she acts not so much from a positive disregard of right as from a lethargy of conscience ; or as if her soul had run itself into a sort of moral dry - rot ...
... once fits her to be au instrument , and makes her proud to be used as such . Yet she acts not so much from a positive disregard of right as from a lethargy of conscience ; or as if her soul had run itself into a sort of moral dry - rot ...
Strona 21
... once what her soul is made of ; that her former praises of Romeo were but the offspring of a sen- sual pruriency easing itself with talk ; that in her long life she has gained only that sort of experience which works the debasement of ...
... once what her soul is made of ; that her former praises of Romeo were but the offspring of a sen- sual pruriency easing itself with talk ; that in her long life she has gained only that sort of experience which works the debasement of ...
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Strona 370 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strona 277 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strona 162 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay,...
Strona 376 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Strona 156 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Strona 355 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Strona 170 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Strona 163 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which...
Strona 286 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strona 302 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but '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.