The Stoddard Library: Shakespeare-TaineG.L. Shuman & Company, 1910 |
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... once That make ingrateful man ! Fool . O nuncle , court holy - water in a dry house is better than this rain - water out o ' door . Good nuncle , in , and ask thy daughters ' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool ...
... once That make ingrateful man ! Fool . O nuncle , court holy - water in a dry house is better than this rain - water out o ' door . Good nuncle , in , and ask thy daughters ' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool ...
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... once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle . Glou . Canst thou blame him ? [ Storm still . His daughters seek his death ; ah , that good Kent ! He said it would be thus , poor banish'd man ! Thou say'st the king grows mad ...
... once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle . Glou . Canst thou blame him ? [ Storm still . His daughters seek his death ; ah , that good Kent ! He said it would be thus , poor banish'd man ! Thou say'st the king grows mad ...
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... once ; of lust , as Obidicut ; Hobbididence , prince of dumbness ; Mahu , of stealing ; Modo , of murder ; Flibberti- gibbet , of mopping and mowing ; who since possesses chamber- maids and waiting - women . So , bless thee , master ...
... once ; of lust , as Obidicut ; Hobbididence , prince of dumbness ; Mahu , of stealing ; Modo , of murder ; Flibberti- gibbet , of mopping and mowing ; who since possesses chamber- maids and waiting - women . So , bless thee , master ...
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... once and the wind to make me chatter ; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found ' em , there I smelt ' em out . Go to , they are not men o ' their words : they told me I was everything ; ' tis a lie , I am not ague ...
... once and the wind to make me chatter ; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found ' em , there I smelt ' em out . Go to , they are not men o ' their words : they told me I was everything ; ' tis a lie , I am not ague ...
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... once wore , about his neck . Change you color ? Ros . I prithee , who ? Cel . O Lord , Lord ! it is a hard matter for friends to meet ; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so en- counter . Ros . Nay , but who is it ? Cel ...
... once wore , about his neck . Change you color ? Ros . I prithee , who ? Cel . O Lord , Lord ! it is a hard matter for friends to meet ; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so en- counter . Ros . Nay , but who is it ? Cel ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Acres beauty blood body breath Brutus Cæsar called Chas child Creon dead dear death Dendermond doth earth eccho ring Edipus Enter Exeunt eyes face father Faulkland fear feel fire follow Fool Galba gentleman give Glou hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor Inchcape Rock Italy Kent king kiss Lady Teaz Laius Lear leave light live look lord Lygia Mas'r master mind Miss Ophelia nature Nelson never night Ophelia Otho poor pray Rome Rosalind round seemed servant sing Sir Luc Sir Lucius Sir Pet Sir Peter sleep soldier soul speak spirit stood sure Surf sweet sword Tabary Teazle tell thee thine things thou art thought Tiberius Tiresias uncle Toby victory Villon Vitellius wind words Zounds
Passagens conhecidas
Página 119 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 109 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven!
Página 62 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 118 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Página 133 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 121 - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 126 - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Página 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 11 - Stain my man's cheeks ! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Página 125 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.