The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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الصفحة 43
... hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all : That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with comforts cordial . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne'er a tear to shed . As Shakspeare's last will and ...
... hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all : That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with comforts cordial . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne'er a tear to shed . As Shakspeare's last will and ...
الصفحة 102
... hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ! And all the Muses still were in their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears , or like a Mercury to charm ...
... hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ! And all the Muses still were in their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears , or like a Mercury to charm ...
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... hast a- board . Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele- ments to silence , and work the peace of the present 3 , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot ...
... hast a- board . Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele- ments to silence , and work the peace of the present 3 , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot ...
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... Through the rising waves , & c . " 19 Ariel's quality is not his confederates , but the powers of his nature as a spirit , his qualification in sprighting . Pro . Hast thou , spirit , Perform'd to point 20 ACT I. TEMPEST .
... Through the rising waves , & c . " 19 Ariel's quality is not his confederates , but the powers of his nature as a spirit , his qualification in sprighting . Pro . Hast thou , spirit , Perform'd to point 20 ACT I. TEMPEST .
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William Shakespeare. Pro . Hast thou , spirit , Perform'd to point 20 the tempest that I bade thee ? Ari . To every article . I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak 21 , Now in the waist , the deck , in every cabin , I flam'd ...
William Shakespeare. Pro . Hast thou , spirit , Perform'd to point 20 the tempest that I bade thee ? Ari . To every article . I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak 21 , Now in the waist , the deck , in every cabin , I flam'd ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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الصفحة 39 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
الصفحة 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
الصفحة 47 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
الصفحة 89 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
الصفحة 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
الصفحة 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
الصفحة 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
الصفحة 81 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
الصفحة 334 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
الصفحة 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...