The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... eye that the evil must cure itself , and that the time would arrive when some of this ivy must be removed , which only served to hide the princely trunk , and suck the verdure out of it . ' VOL . I. a This expurgatory task has been more ...
... eye that the evil must cure itself , and that the time would arrive when some of this ivy must be removed , which only served to hide the princely trunk , and suck the verdure out of it . ' VOL . I. a This expurgatory task has been more ...
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... eyes ; and dark and unlettered indeed must be the age in which the incidents of his eventful life will not be noted , and the record of them be preserved for the in- struction or the entertainment of unborn generations . But if his ...
... eyes ; and dark and unlettered indeed must be the age in which the incidents of his eventful life will not be noted , and the record of them be preserved for the in- struction or the entertainment of unborn generations . But if his ...
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... eyes of the world , it may be too late to inquire for his history as a man . The bright track.of his genius indelibly remains ; but the trace of his mortal footstep is soon obliterated for ever . Homet is now only a name - a solitary ...
... eyes of the world , it may be too late to inquire for his history as a man . The bright track.of his genius indelibly remains ; but the trace of his mortal footstep is soon obliterated for ever . Homet is now only a name - a solitary ...
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... eye . Of the little however , questionable or certain , which can be told of him we must now proceed to make the best use in our power , to write what by courtesy may be called his life ; and we have only to lament that the re- sult of ...
... eye . Of the little however , questionable or certain , which can be told of him we must now proceed to make the best use in our power , to write what by courtesy may be called his life ; and we have only to lament that the re- sult of ...
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... eyes of her boy - lover , she probably was deficient in those powers which are requisite to impose a durable fetter on the heart , and to hold " in sweet captivity " a mind of the very highest order . No charge is intimated against the ...
... eyes of her boy - lover , she probably was deficient in those powers which are requisite to impose a durable fetter on the heart , and to hold " in sweet captivity " a mind of the very highest order . No charge is intimated against the ...
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Anne 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 HUGH EVANS 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 Slen Slender soul speak Speed Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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الصفحة 49 - 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 84 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
الصفحة 297 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 69 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
الصفحة 102 - Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, 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 Muse's anvil : turn the same, (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou.
الصفحة 159 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
الصفحة 336 - 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 91 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
الصفحة 84 - 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 102 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!