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 19
... pity , and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be . THE SEVEN AGES . 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 ...
... pity , and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be . THE SEVEN AGES . 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 ...
Side 33
... pity . JUSTICE . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice , For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong , Lives not to act another . THE ...
... pity . JUSTICE . Ang . I show it most of all , when I show justice , For then I pity those I do not know , Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do him right , that , answering one foul wrong , Lives not to act another . THE ...
Side 59
... pity the lady ; it seems , her affections have their full bent . Love me ! why it must be re- quited . I hear how I am censured : they say , I will bear myself proudly , if I perceive the love come from her ; they say too , that she ...
... pity the lady ; it seems , her affections have their full bent . Love me ! why it must be re- quited . I hear how I am censured : they say , I will bear myself proudly , if I perceive the love come from her ; they say too , that she ...
Side 77
... when the rich golden shaft , Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . These sovereign thrones , are all supplied , and fill'd 7 * TWELFTH NIGHT . 77.
... when the rich golden shaft , Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her ! when liver , brain , and heart , * Pity , or tenderness of heart . These sovereign thrones , are all supplied , and fill'd 7 * TWELFTH NIGHT . 77.
Side 78
... pity me . ACT II . DISGUISE . Disguise . I see , thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant ‡ enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false§ In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! * Cantos , verses . Dexterous ...
... pity me . ACT II . DISGUISE . Disguise . I see , thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant ‡ enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false§ In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! * Cantos , verses . Dexterous ...
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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.