Pearls of Shakspeare, a collection of the most brilliant passages found in his plays, illustr. by K. Meadows |
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... cold cowardice in noble breasts . THOUGHTS INEFFECTUAL TO MODERATE AFFLICTION . O , who can hold a fire in his hand , By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow ...
... cold cowardice in noble breasts . THOUGHTS INEFFECTUAL TO MODERATE AFFLICTION . O , who can hold a fire in his hand , By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow ...
Página 68
... cold , To be so pester'd with a popinjay , † Out of my grief and my impatience , Answered , neglectingly , I know not what ; He should , or he should not ; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk so ...
... cold , To be so pester'd with a popinjay , † Out of my grief and my impatience , Answered , neglectingly , I know not what ; He should , or he should not ; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk so ...
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... cold : With that , he gave his able horse the head , And , bending forward , struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel head ; and starting so , He seem'd in running to devour the way , Staying no ...
... cold : With that , he gave his able horse the head , And , bending forward , struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel head ; and starting so , He seem'd in running to devour the way , Staying no ...
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... cold it struck my heart ! if I do feign , O let me in my present wildness die ; And never live to show the incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed . Coming to look on you , thinking you dead , ( And dead almost , my ...
... cold it struck my heart ! if I do feign , O let me in my present wildness die ; And never live to show the incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed . Coming to look on you , thinking you dead , ( And dead almost , my ...
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... cold as any stone . DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP . From camp to camp , through the foul womb of night , The hum of either army stilly * sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire ...
... cold as any stone . DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP . From camp to camp , through the foul womb of night , The hum of either army stilly * sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give grace grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth lips look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble Numbers o'er pity pluck poor Queen quoth Romeo scapes sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 114 - Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 90 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 105 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, -Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Página 25 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 24 - 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 106 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Página 150 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Página 28 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 144 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 88 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...