The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, 1 tomasGeorge Dearborn, 1836 |
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... blood of the pious Henry ; and even his assassination of the two illegitimate sons of his brother , Edward , is supported by very question- able evidence , for there is reason to think that the eldest of these young princes walked at ...
... blood of the pious Henry ; and even his assassination of the two illegitimate sons of his brother , Edward , is supported by very question- able evidence , for there is reason to think that the eldest of these young princes walked at ...
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... blood - boltered yield the palm to that which is displayed in " A Banquo in the possession of the royal chair , horror Midsummer Night's Dream , " and in the almost is by our side , thrilling in our veins , and bristling in divine ...
... blood - boltered yield the palm to that which is displayed in " A Banquo in the possession of the royal chair , horror Midsummer Night's Dream , " and in the almost is by our side , thrilling in our veins , and bristling in divine ...
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... blood ; and , since I saw thee , and FRANCISCO : They all enter the circle which The affliction of my mind amends , with which , PROSPERO had made , and there stand charmed ; fear , a madness held me : this must crave . which PROSPERO ...
... blood ; and , since I saw thee , and FRANCISCO : They all enter the circle which The affliction of my mind amends , with which , PROSPERO had made , and there stand charmed ; fear , a madness held me : this must crave . which PROSPERO ...
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... blood , this cross - gartering : But what of that , if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
... blood , this cross - gartering : But what of that , if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
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... blood . Ant . O heavens themselves ! 2 Of , Come , sir , I pray you go . Ant . Let me speak a little . This youth that you see here , I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love , - And to his ...
... blood . Ant . O heavens themselves ! 2 Of , Come , sir , I pray you go . Ant . Let me speak a little . This youth that you see here , I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love , - And to his ...
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The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1839 |
The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare– With Notes ..., 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1871 |
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Angelo art thou Banquo better Biron blood Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
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366 psl. - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
31 psl. - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
31 psl. - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
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325 psl. - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
52 psl. - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
30 psl. - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
172 psl. - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
360 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
363 psl. - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.