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... thing to the eulogium which the rapid fale bears the best teftimony of ; being convinced , in the words of their Author , that " Age cannot wither it , nor custom stale " Its infinite variety . " A ever , calculated to answer ends more ...
... thing to the eulogium which the rapid fale bears the best teftimony of ; being convinced , in the words of their Author , that " Age cannot wither it , nor custom stale " Its infinite variety . " A ever , calculated to answer ends more ...
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... thing from them ; and that , if he would produce any one topic finely treated by any of them , he would undertake to shew something upon the same sub- ject at least as well written by Shakspeare . " The latter part of his life was spent ...
... thing from them ; and that , if he would produce any one topic finely treated by any of them , he would undertake to shew something upon the same sub- ject at least as well written by Shakspeare . " The latter part of his life was spent ...
Página xii
... things which could not escape laughter ; as when he said in the perfon of Cafar , one speaking to him , " Cæfar , thou dost me wrong ; " he replied , " Cæfar did never wrong but with just cause : " and such like , which were ridiculous ...
... things which could not escape laughter ; as when he said in the perfon of Cafar , one speaking to him , " Cæfar , thou dost me wrong ; " he replied , " Cæfar did never wrong but with just cause : " and such like , which were ridiculous ...
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... things they go under : many a maid hath been seduced by them ; and the mifery is , example , that so terribly shews in the wreck of maidenhood , cannot for all that dissuade fucceffion , but that they are limed with the twigs that ...
... things they go under : many a maid hath been seduced by them ; and the mifery is , example , that so terribly shews in the wreck of maidenhood , cannot for all that dissuade fucceffion , but that they are limed with the twigs that ...
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... things , As if we were God's spies . And we'll wear out , In a wall'd prison , packs and fects of great ones , That ebb and flow by the moon . King Lear , A. 5. Sc . 5 . ALLEGIANCE . --Though perils did Abound as thick as thought could ...
... things , As if we were God's spies . And we'll wear out , In a wall'd prison , packs and fects of great ones , That ebb and flow by the moon . King Lear , A. 5. Sc . 5 . ALLEGIANCE . --Though perils did Abound as thick as thought could ...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Vista completa - 1783 |
The Beauties of Shakespeare; Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Vista completa - 1783 |
Términos y frases comunes
Antony Apem baſe beſt bleſſed blood Brutus Cafar Caffius cauſe Clown Coriolanus courſe Cymbeline death deed doſt thou doth Duke elſe Exeunt eyes falſe father fear firſt fleep fome fool forrow foul friends fuch Gentlemen of Verona give grace Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honour Iago Ibid itſelf Julius Cæfar King Henry King Lear King Richard III Lady laſt Lear look Lord loſe Macbeth Mach maſters Merchant of Venice moſt muſt myſelf never night noble obſerve Othello pleaſe Pleb poor preſent Prince purpoſe reaſon reſt Romeo ſay ſee ſeem ſeen ſenſe ſervice ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſweet ſword tears tell thee theſe thine thing thoſe thou art thou doſt Timon Timon of Athens tongue uſe whoſe Winter's Tale
Pasajes populares
Página 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Página 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 137 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Página 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Página 67 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Página 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.