Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 páginas |
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... fair shining sphere , What , if in every other star unseen , Of other worlds he happily should hear ? He wonder would much more ; yet such to some appear . " Fancy's air - drawn pictures after history's waking dream showed like clouds ...
... fair shining sphere , What , if in every other star unseen , Of other worlds he happily should hear ? He wonder would much more ; yet such to some appear . " Fancy's air - drawn pictures after history's waking dream showed like clouds ...
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... fair heavenly Goddess , with the moon shining upon his face and the trees growing silently over his head ! -There is something in this story which has taken a strange hold of my fancy , perhaps " out of my weakness and my melancholy ...
... fair heavenly Goddess , with the moon shining upon his face and the trees growing silently over his head ! -There is something in this story which has taken a strange hold of my fancy , perhaps " out of my weakness and my melancholy ...
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... fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them fill the public schools with skill , Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad ; I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring , And chase the Prince of Parma from our land , And reign sole king of all ...
... fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them fill the public schools with skill , Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad ; I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring , And chase the Prince of Parma from our land , And reign sole king of all ...
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... Fair nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make Perpetual day ; or let this hour be but a year , A month , a week , a natural day , That Faustus may repent , and save his soul . ( The Clock strikes twelve . ) It strikes ! it strikes ...
... Fair nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make Perpetual day ; or let this hour be but a year , A month , a week , a natural day , That Faustus may repent , and save his soul . ( The Clock strikes twelve . ) It strikes ! it strikes ...
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... fair to compare the Jew of Malta with the Merchant of Venice ; for it is evident that Shakspeare's genius shows to as much advantage in knowledge of character , in variety , and stage- effect , as it does in point of general humanity ...
... fair to compare the Jew of Malta with the Merchant of Venice ; for it is evident that Shakspeare's genius shows to as much advantage in knowledge of character , in variety , and stage- effect , as it does in point of general humanity ...
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Página 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Página 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Página 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Página 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Página 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 210 - 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 spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Página 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Página 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.