The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 páginas |
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... dead lan- guages , and yet be esteemed as having " little Latin and less Greek , " by one who has reached those heights of scholarship , which the friend and companion of Shakspeare had achieved . It is a proof that his acquirements in ...
... dead lan- guages , and yet be esteemed as having " little Latin and less Greek , " by one who has reached those heights of scholarship , which the friend and companion of Shakspeare had achieved . It is a proof that his acquirements in ...
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... dead , is no - thing . " " " This stuff , " adds Mr. Gifford , " is copied from the Ashmole MS . 38. " The next may be said to be rather of a " better leer . " " Verses by Ben Jonson and Shakspeare , occasioned by the motto to the Globe ...
... dead , is no - thing . " " " This stuff , " adds Mr. Gifford , " is copied from the Ashmole MS . 38. " The next may be said to be rather of a " better leer . " " Verses by Ben Jonson and Shakspeare , occasioned by the motto to the Globe ...
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... dead . For years , the friend and eulogist of Shakspeare was aspersed as envious and ungrateful , in almost every second note of every edition of our author's works ; and it is only lately that the judicious exertions of Gilchrist and ...
... dead . For years , the friend and eulogist of Shakspeare was aspersed as envious and ungrateful , in almost every second note of every edition of our author's works ; and it is only lately that the judicious exertions of Gilchrist and ...
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... dead , he desired it might be done immediately ; upon which Shak- speare gave him these four verses : Ten in the hundred lies here ingrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , who lies in this tomb ? Oh ...
... dead , he desired it might be done immediately ; upon which Shak- speare gave him these four verses : Ten in the hundred lies here ingrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , who lies in this tomb ? Oh ...
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... dead , he doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end ...
... dead , he doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written on the west end ...
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Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words wretch youth
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Página 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Página 101 - 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.
Página 125 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 216 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.