The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, المجلد 1 |
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... once forsaken ? Yes , trust them not ; for there is an upstart crow beautified with
our feathers , that , with his Tygres heart wrapt in a players hyde , supposes hee
is as well able to bombast out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and beeing an ...
... once forsaken ? Yes , trust them not ; for there is an upstart crow beautified with
our feathers , that , with his Tygres heart wrapt in a players hyde , supposes hee
is as well able to bombast out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and beeing an ...
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... to th ' shame of slow - endevouring Art , Thy easie numbers flow , and that each
heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued a Booke Those Delphicke Lines with
deep Impression tooke ; Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make ...
... to th ' shame of slow - endevouring Art , Thy easie numbers flow , and that each
heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued a Booke Those Delphicke Lines with
deep Impression tooke ; Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make ...
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Made wit with musing weak , heart sick with Pro . What ? thought . Val . To be in
love , where scorn is bought with groans ; Enter SPEED . Coy looks with heart -
sore sighs ; one fading moment ' s mirth , SPEED . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw
you ...
Made wit with musing weak , heart sick with Pro . What ? thought . Val . To be in
love , where scorn is bought with groans ; Enter SPEED . Coy looks with heart -
sore sighs ; one fading moment ' s mirth , SPEED . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw
you ...
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With bitter fasts , with penitential groans , My foolish rival , that her father likes ,
With nightly tears , and daily heart - sore sighs ; | Only for his possessions are so
huge , For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Is gone with her along ; and I must
...
With bitter fasts , with penitential groans , My foolish rival , that her father likes ,
With nightly tears , and daily heart - sore sighs ; | Only for his possessions are so
huge , For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Is gone with her along ; and I must
...
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That fits as well as — " Tell me , good my His love sincere , his thoughts
immaculate ; lord , His tears , pure messengers sent from his heart ; What
compass will you wear your farthingale ? ” His heart as far from fraud as heaven
from earth .
That fits as well as — " Tell me , good my His love sincere , his thoughts
immaculate ; lord , His tears , pure messengers sent from his heart ; What
compass will you wear your farthingale ? ” His heart as far from fraud as heaven
from earth .
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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 |