The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 3 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 7
Página 35
Is ' t not enough , is ' t not enough , young man , That I did never , no , nor never
can , Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius ' eye , But you must flout my
insufficiency ? Good troth , you do me wrong , good sooth , you do , In such
disdainful ...
Is ' t not enough , is ' t not enough , young man , That I did never , no , nor never
can , Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius ' eye , But you must flout my
insufficiency ? Good troth , you do me wrong , good sooth , you do , In such
disdainful ...
Página 66
I was with Hercules , and Cadmus , once , When in a wood of Crete they bay ' d
the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for ,
besides the groves , The skies , the fountains , every region near Seem ' d all one
...
I was with Hercules , and Cadmus , once , When in a wood of Crete they bay ' d
the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for ,
besides the groves , The skies , the fountains , every region near Seem ' d all one
...
Página 75
And tragical , my noble lord , it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself . Which ,
when I saw rehears ' d , I must confess , Made mine eyes water ; but more merry
tears The passion of loud laughter never shed . The . What are they , that do play
...
And tragical , my noble lord , it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself . Which ,
when I saw rehears ' d , I must confess , Made mine eyes water ; but more merry
tears The passion of loud laughter never shed . The . What are they , that do play
...
Página 196
... Bruise me with scorn , confound me with a flout ; Thrust thy sharp wit quite
through my ignorance ; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit ; And I will wish
thee never more to dance , Nor never more in Russian habit wait . Oh ! never will
I trust ...
... Bruise me with scorn , confound me with a flout ; Thrust thy sharp wit quite
through my ignorance ; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit ; And I will wish
thee never more to dance , Nor never more in Russian habit wait . Oh ! never will
I trust ...
Página 229
... is to me unaccountable . Our author is applying the praises of Mantuanus to a
common proverbial sentence , said of Venice . Vinegia , Vinegia ! qui non te vedi
, ei non te pregia . O Venice , Venice , he who has never seen ANNOTATIONS .
... is to me unaccountable . Our author is applying the praises of Mantuanus to a
common proverbial sentence , said of Venice . Vinegia , Vinegia ! qui non te vedi
, ei non te pregia . O Venice , Venice , he who has never seen ANNOTATIONS .
Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica
Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.
Outras edições - Ver tudo
The Plays of William Shakspeare: Winter's Tale William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Nicholas Rowe Pré-visualização indisponível - 2015 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar William Shakespeare,George Steevens Pré-visualização indisponível - 2015 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
answer Antonio appears Bass Bassanio Biron blood bond Boyet comes Cost court dear death Demetrius desire doth ducats duke Enter Exeunt eyes face fair fairy father fear flesh follow fool fortune gentle Giannetto give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hermia hold I'll Italy JOHNSON keep King lady Laun leave letter light lion live Long look lord lovers Lysander madam marry master mean mind moon Moth musick never night oath play poor praise pray present Prin prove Puck Pyramus Quin reason rest ring SCENE sleep soul speak spirit stand stay STEEVENS sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand told tongue true turn Venice young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 341 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Página 215 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 214 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Página 257 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Página 345 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 304 - 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 ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a...
Página 68 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 348 - 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 of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Página 349 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Página 264 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 3 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 3 Jan 2007 |
| Exportar citação | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |