The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, 2 tomas |
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... bosom of the fea : : And ( 7 ) Bring , & c . ] Nothing can more admirably picture to us the horror of a guilty confcience , than this frantic raving of the car- dinal : When death's approach is seen so terrible --- Ah , what a sign it ...
... bosom of the fea : : And ( 7 ) Bring , & c . ] Nothing can more admirably picture to us the horror of a guilty confcience , than this frantic raving of the car- dinal : When death's approach is seen so terrible --- Ah , what a sign it ...
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... bosom of the hearer . See Julius Cæfar P. 97. Shakespear , when he would express the most dreadful time of night , always speaks of the hours of twelve or one ; for that , in the vulgar opinion , was the peculiar time of ghofts and ...
... bosom of the hearer . See Julius Cæfar P. 97. Shakespear , when he would express the most dreadful time of night , always speaks of the hours of twelve or one ; for that , in the vulgar opinion , was the peculiar time of ghofts and ...
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... bosom pour my thoughts ; But ah , I will not.- SCENE VI . A Mother's Ravings . I am not mad ; this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance , I was Geffrey's wife : - Young Arthur is my fon , and he is loft , I am not mad : I would to ...
... bosom pour my thoughts ; But ah , I will not.- SCENE VI . A Mother's Ravings . I am not mad ; this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance , I was Geffrey's wife : - Young Arthur is my fon , and he is loft , I am not mad : I would to ...
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... bosom ; How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? & : See Act . 5. S. 2 . But , in another play of theirs ---- A wife for a month , is a poison ing scene , which better deserves to be compar'd with this of our author , and which Mr ...
... bosom ; How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? & : See Act . 5. S. 2 . But , in another play of theirs ---- A wife for a month , is a poison ing scene , which better deserves to be compar'd with this of our author , and which Mr ...
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... bosom : nor intreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . Rug . Hold him fast , fryar , Oh how he burns ! لا SCENE X. England , invincible , if unanimous . Alph . What will ye sacrifice me ...
... bosom : nor intreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . Rug . Hold him fast , fryar , Oh how he burns ! لا SCENE X. England , invincible , if unanimous . Alph . What will ye sacrifice me ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Æschylus almoſt anſwer baſe beautiful becauſe Ben Johnson bleſſed blood boſom Brutus Cæfar Caffius cauſe cheeks cloſe courſe curſe death deſcription doſt doth dream earth eaſy elſe eyes falſe fays fear firſt Flamen fleep foldier fome fomething forrow foul friends fuch give grief hand hath heart heav'n honour itſelf juſt king Lady laſt leſs look lord loſe Macbeth Mach maſters moſt muſt myſelf nature never night noble o'er obſerves Othello paſſage perſon pleaſing pleaſure poet preſent purpoſe riſe Romeo ſame ſays ſcene SCENE II SCENE SCENE SCENE VII ſecond ſee ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſet ſhake Shakespear ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſleep ſmiles ſoft ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtarts ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſubject ſuch ſweet ſword tears thee Theobald theſe things thoſe thou art uſe Warburton whoſe wife wind word
Populiarios ištraukos
101 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
101 psl. - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
142 psl. - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
239 psl. - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
102 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
122 psl. - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
52 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
93 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
110 psl. - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
116 psl. - ... 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...