The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, المجلد 1 |
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الصفحة 44
Curl ' d periwigs upon my head I wore , And , being man , the shape of woman
bore . " ( 2 ) SCENE IV . - And threw her sun - expelling mask away . ] “ When they
use to ride abroad they have masks and And perwickes are mentioned in one of
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Curl ' d periwigs upon my head I wore , And , being man , the shape of woman
bore . " ( 2 ) SCENE IV . - And threw her sun - expelling mask away . ] “ When they
use to ride abroad they have masks and And perwickes are mentioned in one of
...
الصفحة 69
What , what ! first praise me , and * | is the head lady ? again say , no ? Prin .
Thou shalt know her , fellow , by the rest O short - liv ' d pride ! Not fair ? alack for
woe ! that have no heads . For . Yes , madam , fair . Cost . Which is the greatest
lady ...
What , what ! first praise me , and * | is the head lady ? again say , no ? Prin .
Thou shalt know her , fellow , by the rest O short - liv ' d pride ! Not fair ? alack for
woe ! that have no heads . For . Yes , madam , fair . Cost . Which is the greatest
lady ...
الصفحة 80
O vile ! then as she goes , what upward But love , first learned in alady ' s eyes ,
lies Lives not alone immured in the brain ; The street should see as she walk ' d
over head . But with the motion of all elements , King . But what of this ? Are we
not ...
O vile ! then as she goes , what upward But love , first learned in alady ' s eyes ,
lies Lives not alone immured in the brain ; The street should see as she walk ' d
over head . But with the motion of all elements , King . But what of this ? Are we
not ...
الصفحة 83
Or , mons , the hill . basket of words ! I marvel , thy master hath not | Arm . At your
sweet pleasure , for the mountain . eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long
Hol . I do , sans question . by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou ARM .
Or , mons , the hill . basket of words ! I marvel , thy master hath not | Arm . At your
sweet pleasure , for the mountain . eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long
Hol . I do , sans question . by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou ARM .
الصفحة 94
Hide thy head , Achilles ; here comes Thus did he strangle serpents in his Hector
in arms . manus : Dum . Though my mocks come home by me , Quoniam , he
seemeth in minority ; I will now be merry . Ergo , I come with this apology . King .
Hide thy head , Achilles ; here comes Thus did he strangle serpents in his Hector
in arms . manus : Dum . Though my mocks come home by me , Quoniam , he
seemeth in minority ; I will now be merry . Ergo , I come with this apology . King .
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الصفحة 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
الصفحة 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
الصفحة 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
الصفحة 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
الصفحة 9 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, المجلد 1 The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, William Shakespeare |
| المؤلف | William Shakespeare |
| منشور | 1858 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 6 شباط (فبراير) 2008 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |