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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... heart , ( 2 ) Mail'd . ] Cover'd in a fleet as a man is in a coat of mail . * Smooth . ] Swallowing waters Run deep and filent , till they're fatisfied , And fmile in thousand curls to gild their craft . The Bloody Brother , A & 2 ...
... heart , ( 2 ) Mail'd . ] Cover'd in a fleet as a man is in a coat of mail . * Smooth . ] Swallowing waters Run deep and filent , till they're fatisfied , And fmile in thousand curls to gild their craft . The Bloody Brother , A & 2 ...
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... heart there cools , and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again . But fee his face is black , and full ... heart un- tainted ? Thrice is he arm'd , that hath his quarrel juft ; ( 4 ) What , & c . ] A little before it is ...
... heart there cools , and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again . But fee his face is black , and full ... heart un- tainted ? Thrice is he arm'd , that hath his quarrel juft ; ( 4 ) What , & c . ] A little before it is ...
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... heart would break , Should I not curfe them . Poison be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their sweetest shade , a grove of Cypress trees ! Their fweeteft prospect , murth'ring bafilisks ! - Hic ...
... heart would break , Should I not curfe them . Poison be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their sweetest shade , a grove of Cypress trees ! Their fweeteft prospect , murth'ring bafilisks ! - Hic ...
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... heart wrapt in a woman's hide ! How could'st thou drain the life - blood of the child , To bid the father wipe his eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a woman's face ? Women are soft , mild , pitiful , and flexible ; Thou ftern ...
... heart wrapt in a woman's hide ! How could'st thou drain the life - blood of the child , To bid the father wipe his eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a woman's face ? Women are soft , mild , pitiful , and flexible ; Thou ftern ...
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... heart repines , And gall is mingled with his sweetest wines . On the rough waves of paffions toft , He ftill unnumber'd pleasures tries : But finds his expectations croft , And happinefs his fond embraces flies . For virtue is the only ...
... heart repines , And gall is mingled with his sweetest wines . On the rough waves of paffions toft , He ftill unnumber'd pleasures tries : But finds his expectations croft , And happinefs his fond embraces flies . For virtue is the only ...
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...