The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 sider |
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Side 9
... keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence , But never tax'd for speech . TOO AMBITIOUS LOVE . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I should love a bright ...
... keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence , But never tax'd for speech . TOO AMBITIOUS LOVE . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I should love a bright ...
Side 12
... keep you where you are , though there were no farther danger known , than the mod- esty which is so lost . ACT IV . CUSTOM OF SEDUCERS . Ay so you serve us , Till we serve you : but when you have our roses You barely leave our thorns to ...
... keep you where you are , though there were no farther danger known , than the mod- esty which is so lost . ACT IV . CUSTOM OF SEDUCERS . Ay so you serve us , Till we serve you : but when you have our roses You barely leave our thorns to ...
Side 36
... keep ; a breath thou art , ( Servile to all the skiey influences , ) That dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward ...
... keep ; a breath thou art , ( Servile to all the skiey influences , ) That dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward ...
Side 43
... keep obliged faith unforfeited ! Who riseth from a feast , With what keen appetite that he sits down ? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire Show of staid and serious demeanour . That he ...
... keep obliged faith unforfeited ! Who riseth from a feast , With what keen appetite that he sits down ? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire Show of staid and serious demeanour . That he ...
Side 68
... keep from me The rest of the island . CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD . O ho , O ho ! - ' would it nad been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with ...
... keep from me The rest of the island . CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD . O ho , O ho ! - ' would it nad been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with ...
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Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words wretch youth
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Side 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Side 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Side 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Side 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Side 101 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Side 125 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Side 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Side 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Side 216 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.