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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... fhew me where he is : I'll give a thousand pounds to look upon him- He hath no eyes , the duft hath blinded them : Comb down his hair ; look ! look ! it stands upright , Like lime - twigs fet to catch my winged foul : Give me fome drink ...
... fhew me where he is : I'll give a thousand pounds to look upon him- He hath no eyes , the duft hath blinded them : Comb down his hair ; look ! look ! it stands upright , Like lime - twigs fet to catch my winged foul : Give me fome drink ...
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... fhew of reafon ) feems to ftrike out a meaning his author most probably never meant ; if the read- ing be juft , the paffage is plain and eafy , fhould we take fug- geftion in its vulgar acceptation : but it feems very exceptionable ...
... fhew of reafon ) feems to ftrike out a meaning his author most probably never meant ; if the read- ing be juft , the paffage is plain and eafy , fhould we take fug- geftion in its vulgar acceptation : but it feems very exceptionable ...
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... fhew evil . Danger lays hold of any Support . He that ftands upon a flipp'ry place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up . ACT IV . SCENE I. Arthur's pathetick Speeches to Hubert . Methinks , nobody fhould be fad but I ; Yet I ...
... fhew evil . Danger lays hold of any Support . He that ftands upon a flipp'ry place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up . ACT IV . SCENE I. Arthur's pathetick Speeches to Hubert . Methinks , nobody fhould be fad but I ; Yet I ...
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... fhew the mood of a much - troubled breast . Struggling Confcience . The colour of the king doth come and Between his purpose and his conscience , go , Like heralds ' twixt two dreadful battles fent ;; His paffion is fo ripe , it needs ...
... fhew the mood of a much - troubled breast . Struggling Confcience . The colour of the king doth come and Between his purpose and his conscience , go , Like heralds ' twixt two dreadful battles fent ;; His paffion is fo ripe , it needs ...
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... fhew'd yet A face of comfort , where the earth is crystal , Never to be diffolv'd , where nought inhabits But night and cold , and nipping frofts and winds , That cut the ftubborn rocks and make them shiver : Set me there , friends The ...
... fhew'd yet A face of comfort , where the earth is crystal , Never to be diffolv'd , where nought inhabits But night and cold , and nipping frofts and winds , That cut the ftubborn rocks and make them shiver : Set me there , friends The ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt almoft Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful becauſe Ben Johnson bleffed blood bofom breaft Brutus Cæfar Caffius cheeks death Defcription doft doth dream earth eyes Faerie Queene faid falfe fame fays fear fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould filk firft Flamen flave fleep foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword give grief hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf king Lady laft lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature never night o'er obferves Othello Ovid paffage paffion pleaſure poet prefent purpoſe reft rife Romeo ſay SCENE SCENE SCENE VI SCENE VII ſeems Shakespear ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves Theobald theſe things thofe thoſe thou art thouſand vulg Warburton whofe 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...