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... sweet as balm , as soft as air , as gentle . Oh Antony ! " It is worth while to observe that Shakspeare has contrasted the extreme magnificence of the descriptions in this play with pictures of ex- treme suffering and physical horror ...
... sweet as balm , as soft as air , as gentle . Oh Antony ! " It is worth while to observe that Shakspeare has contrasted the extreme magnificence of the descriptions in this play with pictures of ex- treme suffering and physical horror ...
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... sweet , farewell . I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife : I thought thy bride - bed to have deck'd , sweet maid , And not have strew'd thy grave . " Shakspeare was thoroughly a master of the mixed motives of human character ...
... sweet , farewell . I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife : I thought thy bride - bed to have deck'd , sweet maid , And not have strew'd thy grave . " Shakspeare was thoroughly a master of the mixed motives of human character ...
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... of the senses . -- " Be not afraid , the isle is full of noises , Sounds , and sweet airs , that give delight and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments Will hum about mine ears , and sometimes voices , 118 THE TEMPEST .
... of the senses . -- " Be not afraid , the isle is full of noises , Sounds , and sweet airs , that give delight and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments Will hum about mine ears , and sometimes voices , 118 THE TEMPEST .
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... ) ; Foot it featly here and there ; And sweet sprites the burden bear . [ Burden dispersedly . Hark , hark ! bowgh - wowgh : the watch - dogs bark , Bowgh - wowgh . ARIEL . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain 120 THE TEMPEST .
... ) ; Foot it featly here and there ; And sweet sprites the burden bear . [ Burden dispersedly . Hark , hark ! bowgh - wowgh : the watch - dogs bark , Bowgh - wowgh . ARIEL . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain 120 THE TEMPEST .
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... sweet air ; thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies , Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes , Nothing ...
... sweet air ; thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies , Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes , Nothing ...
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admirable affections Antony Apemantus appear banish Banquo beauty Ben Jonson blood Bolingbroke breath Brutus Cæsar Caliban Cassius character circumstances CLAUDIO comedy comic contempt Cordelia Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE daughter death Desdemona Dost thou doth Dr Johnson excited eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fool genius give Gonerill grace grave Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry honour human Iago imagination Juliet king lady Lear live look lord lover Macbeth MALVOLIO manner Mark Antony mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion PERDITA person pity play pleasure poet poetry prince racter refined revenge Richard Richard III Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET scene seems sense Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's SIR TOBY sleep soul speak speech spirit story striking sweet tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto wife words Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Сторінка 324 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Сторінка 34 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Сторінка 250 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Сторінка 250 - Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Сторінка xxiii - 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...
Сторінка 296 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Сторінка 208 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Сторінка 18 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Сторінка 152 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Сторінка 262 - A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.