Shakespeare's Works, Volume 20Harper & brothers, 1884 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 15
Página 24
... feel that this is true . Compare- 66 ' By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth music to the ocean ; Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the day's bright - bearing car prepar'd , And ran before , as harbinger of ...
... feel that this is true . Compare- 66 ' By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth music to the ocean ; Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the day's bright - bearing car prepar'd , And ran before , as harbinger of ...
Página 26
... feel , on subjects no way connected with himself except by force of contemplation , and that sublime faculty by which a great mind becomes that on which it meditates . " † But this " sublime faculty " went greatly farther when it became ...
... feel , on subjects no way connected with himself except by force of contemplation , and that sublime faculty by which a great mind becomes that on which it meditates . " † But this " sublime faculty " went greatly farther when it became ...
Página 33
... feel , but of what he shall say ; and , as it must happen in all such cases , he always puts into their mouths those things which they would be the last to think of , and which it shows the greatest ingenuity in him to find The whole is ...
... feel , but of what he shall say ; and , as it must happen in all such cases , he always puts into their mouths those things which they would be the last to think of , and which it shows the greatest ingenuity in him to find The whole is ...
Página 49
... feel What ' t is to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O , had thy mother borne so hard a mind , She had not brought forth thee , but died unkind ! ' What am I , that thou shouldst contemn me this ? Or what great danger dwells upon my ...
... feel What ' t is to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O , had thy mother borne so hard a mind , She had not brought forth thee , but died unkind ! ' What am I , that thou shouldst contemn me this ? Or what great danger dwells upon my ...
Página 55
... feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because ...
... feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
5th and later accent beauty beauty's breast Capell cheeks Collatine conceit conjectures corrected by Malone Cymb dead death doth Earl of Southampton early eds edition face fair false fault fear fire flower following eds foul gentle Gildon give grief hast hate hath heart heaven honour kiss later eds lips live look love's Love's Labour's Lost Lover's Complaint Lucrece lust Macb Malone compares Malone quotes mistress never night Noble Kinsmen noun painted Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet poison'd poor praise printed proud quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece rhyme Rich rival poet says Schmidt Sewell Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shame sight Sonn Sonnets sorrow spirit Steevens sweet Tarquin tears thee thine eyes things thou art thought thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse weep William Shakespeare word youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 62 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 105 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Página 20 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Página 73 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Página 111 - To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Página 207 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 82 - The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours ; what I have to do is yours ; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
Página 96 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Página 77 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope...
Página 22 - For there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; Then do they spend their mouths. Echo replies, As if another chase were in the skies. "By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still. Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that...