The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Bind 1 |
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... soul sublime , Who , from the flowing mint of fancy , pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold , to matchless purity refin'd , And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to ...
... soul sublime , Who , from the flowing mint of fancy , pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold , to matchless purity refin'd , And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to ...
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... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 1 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting2 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 1 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting2 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
Side 15
... soul No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel - Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . Sit down ; For thou must now know further . You have often Mira . Begun to tell me what I am ; but ...
... soul No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel - Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . Sit down ; For thou must now know further . You have often Mira . Begun to tell me what I am ; but ...
Side 22
... soul But felt a fever of the mad 23 , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ...
... soul But felt a fever of the mad 23 , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ...
Side 30
... soul prompts it : -Spirit , fine Spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this . Fer . Most sure , the goddess On whom these airs attend ! -Vouchsafe , my prayer May know , if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good ...
... soul prompts it : -Spirit , fine Spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this . Fer . Most sure , the goddess On whom these airs attend ! -Vouchsafe , my prayer May know , if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good ...
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ARIEL Caius Caliban Cotgrave daughter devil doth Duke Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave lady Laun letter look lord madam maid Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Olivia Pist play pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia sing SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed Steevens sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine Windsor woman word
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Side 38 - 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.
Side 27 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Side 77 - 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.
Side 81 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Side 126 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Side 147 - 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.
Side 76 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Side 274 - 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 chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Side 63 - 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.
Side 302 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.