Tales from Shakespear: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 1M.J. Godwin, at the Juvenile Library, ... and to be had of all booksellers., 1810 - 261 páginas |
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... fear in them I have made use of dialogue too frequently for young peo- ple not used to the dramatic form of writing . But this fault , if it be as I fear a fault , has been caused by my earnest wish to give as much of Shakespear's own ...
... fear in them I have made use of dialogue too frequently for young peo- ple not used to the dramatic form of writing . But this fault , if it be as I fear a fault , has been caused by my earnest wish to give as much of Shakespear's own ...
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... fear I talk to you too freely , and my father's precepts I forget . " At this Prospero smiled , and nodded his head , as much as to say , " This goes on ex- actly as I could wish ; my girl will be queen of Naples . " And then Ferdinand ...
... fear I talk to you too freely , and my father's precepts I forget . " At this Prospero smiled , and nodded his head , as much as to say , " This goes on ex- actly as I could wish ; my girl will be queen of Naples . " And then Ferdinand ...
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... Fear nothing , my child , " said he ; " I havé overheard , and approve of all you have said . And , Ferdinand , if I have too severely used you , I will make you rich amends by giving you my daughter . All your vexations were but my ...
... Fear nothing , my child , " said he ; " I havé overheard , and approve of all you have said . And , Ferdinand , if I have too severely used you , I will make you rich amends by giving you my daughter . All your vexations were but my ...
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... fear . The cause of this unhappy disagreement was Titania's refusing to give Oberon a little change- ling boy , whose mother had been Titania's friend and upon her death the fairy queen stole the child from its nurse , and brought him ...
... fear . The cause of this unhappy disagreement was Titania's refusing to give Oberon a little change- ling boy , whose mother had been Titania's friend and upon her death the fairy queen stole the child from its nurse , and brought him ...
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... fear that Polixenes would now oppose his son's marriage with Perdita . She was no " sheep - hook " now , but the heiress of the crown of Sicily . Thus have we seen the patient virtues of the long - suffering Hermione rewarded . That ...
... fear that Polixenes would now oppose his son's marriage with Perdita . She was no " sheep - hook " now , but the heiress of the crown of Sicily . Thus have we seen the patient virtues of the long - suffering Hermione rewarded . That ...
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Tales from Shakespear: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 1 Charles Lamb Visualização integral - 1809 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Aliena answered Anthonio Ariel banished Banquo Bassanio Beatrice began Bellarius Benedick brother Caius Caliban called Camillo cave Celia child Claudio Cordelia court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Demetrius distress duke duke of Albany earl eyes fair fairy faithful father fear Ferdinand forest forest of Arden Ganimed gave gentle give Gonerill Gratiano hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honour husband Iachimo Imogen Julia king king's knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lover Lysander Macbeth Macduff maid marry master Milan Miranda Nerissa never night noble Oberon Orlando palace Paulina Perdita Pisanio pity Polidore Polixenes Portia Posthumus prince Prospero Protheus Puck queen Regan replied ring Rosalind saying shepherd shewed Shylock Silvia sisters sleep speak speeches spirit strange sweet Sycorax talk tell thing thought Thurio Titania told Valentine wicked wife wished wonder wood words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 233 - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
Página 9 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Página 20 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 142 - 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 223 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Página 49 - Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king shall live •without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not found.
Página 101 - I thought that all things had been savage here, and therefore I put on the countenance of stern command ; but whatever men you are, that in this desert, under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; if ever you have looked on better days ; if ever you have...
Página 160 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Página 99 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame And unregarded age in corners thrown : Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you.
Página 155 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood, — The words expressly are, a pound of flesh...