The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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الصفحة 10
... praises do contend , Which should be thine , or his silenced with that , In viewing o'er the rest o ' the self - same day , He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make , Strange images of death ...
... praises do contend , Which should be thine , or his silenced with that , In viewing o'er the rest o ' the self - same day , He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make , Strange images of death ...
الصفحة 139
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
الصفحة 141
... praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes . This earthly saint , adored by this devil , Little suspecteth the false worshipper ; For unstain'd thoughts do seldom ...
... praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes . This earthly saint , adored by this devil , Little suspecteth the false worshipper ; For unstain'd thoughts do seldom ...
الصفحة 142
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , With bruised arms and wreaths of victory ; Her joy with heaved - up hand she doth ex- press , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his suc- cess . Far from the ...
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , With bruised arms and wreaths of victory ; Her joy with heaved - up hand she doth ex- press , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his suc- cess . Far from the ...
الصفحة 206
... praise . How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use , If thou couldst answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- " Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new - made when thou art ...
... praise . How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use , If thou couldst answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- " Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new - made when thou art ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
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الصفحة 22 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
الصفحة 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
الصفحة 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
الصفحة 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
الصفحة 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
الصفحة 227 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
الصفحة 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
الصفحة 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
الصفحة 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
الصفحة 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...