The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, المجلد 5Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... + Accounted . [ Exit . [ Music . Pointing to the palace gate at Antioch , on which the heads of these unfortunate wights were fixed . Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . [ ACT I.
... + Accounted . [ Exit . [ Music . Pointing to the palace gate at Antioch , on which the heads of these unfortunate wights were fixed . Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . [ ACT I.
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... head . I. e . the last line . † ( For ) . + Conical . Ant . Heaven , that I had thy head ! 6 [ ACT I. PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE .
... head . I. e . the last line . † ( For ) . + Conical . Ant . Heaven , that I had thy head ! 6 [ ACT I. PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE .
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... head ! He has found the mean- ing But I will gloze * with him . [ Aside . ] Young prince of Tyre , Though by the tenour of our strict edict , Your exposition misinterpreting , We might proceed to cancel of your days ; Yet hope ...
... head ! He has found the mean- ing But I will gloze * with him . [ Aside . ] Young prince of Tyre , Though by the tenour of our strict edict , Your exposition misinterpreting , We might proceed to cancel of your days ; Yet hope ...
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... head . 1 SCENE II . - Tyre . A Room in the Palace . Enter PERICLES , HELICANUS , and other Lords . Per . Let none disturb us : why this charge of thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - eyed melancholy , By me so used a guest is , not an ...
... head . 1 SCENE II . - Tyre . A Room in the Palace . Enter PERICLES , HELICANUS , and other Lords . Per . Let none disturb us : why this charge of thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - eyed melancholy , By me so used a guest is , not an ...
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... heads so high , they kiss'd the clouds , And strangers ne'er beheld , but wonder'd at ; Whose men and dames so jetted * and adorn'd , Like one another's glass to trim them by : Their tables were stored full , to glad the sight , And not ...
... heads so high , they kiss'd the clouds , And strangers ne'er beheld , but wonder'd at ; Whose men and dames so jetted * and adorn'd , Like one another's glass to trim them by : Their tables were stored full , to glad the sight , And not ...
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Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
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الصفحة 502 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
الصفحة 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
الصفحة 474 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
الصفحة 461 - 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; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
الصفحة 487 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
الصفحة 472 - The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
الصفحة 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
الصفحة 394 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.
الصفحة 500 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best...
الصفحة 473 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.