Shaksperean gems, newly collected and arranged with a life of W. Shakspere by R.L. Gibson |
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... true that we have no record that Shakspere was at this school , yet it is no less true that his works abound with evidences that he must have been solidly grounded in the learning properly so called , which was taught in Grammar ...
... true that we have no record that Shakspere was at this school , yet it is no less true that his works abound with evidences that he must have been solidly grounded in the learning properly so called , which was taught in Grammar ...
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... True , sir ; and when we see a very foolish fellow , we don't know what to think of him . " He then rose up , strode to the fire , and stood for some time laughing and exulting . " On these points , we might enlarge , it may be , more ...
... True , sir ; and when we see a very foolish fellow , we don't know what to think of him . " He then rose up , strode to the fire , and stood for some time laughing and exulting . " On these points , we might enlarge , it may be , more ...
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... in the Play of Hamlet . We are oft to blame in this , — ' Tis too much proved , —that , with devotion's visage , And pious action , we do sugar o'er The devil himself . King . O , ' tis too true ! how SHAKSPEREAN GEMS . 45.
... in the Play of Hamlet . We are oft to blame in this , — ' Tis too much proved , —that , with devotion's visage , And pious action , we do sugar o'er The devil himself . King . O , ' tis too true ! how SHAKSPEREAN GEMS . 45.
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William Shakespeare Robert Lamplugh Gibson. King . O , ' tis too true ! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it , Than is my ...
William Shakespeare Robert Lamplugh Gibson. King . O , ' tis too true ! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it , Than is my ...
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... true badge ; Thrice noble Titus , spare my first - born son . The Comedy of Measure for Measure also furnishes us with a fine passage in that beautiful and touching appeal which Isabella makes to Lord Angelo , in which she pleads with ...
... true badge ; Thrice noble Titus , spare my first - born son . The Comedy of Measure for Measure also furnishes us with a fine passage in that beautiful and touching appeal which Isabella makes to Lord Angelo , in which she pleads with ...
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الصفحة 178 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
الصفحة 183 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
الصفحة 75 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
الصفحة 231 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
الصفحة 129 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
الصفحة 36 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
الصفحة 188 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
الصفحة 158 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
الصفحة 189 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
الصفحة 164 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.