Shakespeare's Tragedy of CymbelineHarper and brothers, 1884 - 230 páginas |
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... grace - the bloom of beauty , the bright- ness of intellect , and the dignity of rank taking a peculiar hue from the conjugal character which is shed over all , like a consecration and a holy charm . In Othello and the Win- ter's Tale ...
... grace - the bloom of beauty , the bright- ness of intellect , and the dignity of rank taking a peculiar hue from the conjugal character which is shed over all , like a consecration and a holy charm . In Othello and the Win- ter's Tale ...
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... grace as in Viola . And we must not forget that her " neat cookery , " which is so prettily eulogized by Guide- rius- " He cut our roots in characters , And sauc'd our broths , as Juno had been sick , And he her dieter " - formed part ...
... grace as in Viola . And we must not forget that her " neat cookery , " which is so prettily eulogized by Guide- rius- " He cut our roots in characters , And sauc'd our broths , as Juno had been sick , And he her dieter " - formed part ...
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... grace . " Again , referring to the youths , he says : " How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are the sons of the king , Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they are mine ; and ...
... grace . " Again , referring to the youths , he says : " How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are the sons of the king , Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they are mine ; and ...
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... grace ? obedience ? [ Exit . 130 Imogen . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cymbeline . That mightst have had the sole son of my queen ! Imogen . O blest , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttock ...
... grace ? obedience ? [ Exit . 130 Imogen . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cymbeline . That mightst have had the sole son of my queen ! Imogen . O blest , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttock ...
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... grace , without offence , — My conscience bids me ask - wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds , Which are the movers of a languishing death , But though slow , deadly ? I wonder , doctor , Queen . Thou ask'st ...
... grace , without offence , — My conscience bids me ask - wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds , Which are the movers of a languishing death , But though slow , deadly ? I wonder , doctor , Queen . Thou ask'st ...
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Shakespeare's Tragedy of Cymbeline William Shakespeare,Henry Norman Hudson Visualização integral - 1895 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Arviragus Autolycus beauty Belarius beseech better Bohemia Britain Briton brother Cæsar Camillo Capell changed character Clarke Cleomenes Cloten Clown Coll conjectured court Cymb Cymbeline daughter dead death doth ellipsis Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Florizel flowers folios Gaoler gentle Gentleman give gods grace Guiderius Halliwell hand Hanmer hast hath heart heavens Hermione honour husband Iachimo Imogen Johnson Julius Cæsar king lady Lear Leonatus Leontes look lord Lucius Macb madam Malone Mamillius master means mistress nature noble Noble Kinsmen noun Othello passage Paulina Perdita Philario Pisanio play poet Polixenes Pope Posthumus pray prince prisoner prithee queen reads remarks Rich Roman SCENE Schmidt sense servant Shakespeare Shepherd Sicilia Sonn speak swear sweet Temp tender thee Theo thing thou art thought true verb Warb wife Winter's Tale woman word youth
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Página 93 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Página 101 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Página 97 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Página 71 - Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.
Página 20 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 187 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Página 121 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 100 - But nature makes that mean; so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race.
Página 173 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Página 36 - Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie Without a monument !) bring thee all this ; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.