The Wisdom and Genius of Shakespeare: Comprising Moral Philosophy--delineations of Character--paintings of Nature and the Passions--one Thousand Aphorisms--and Miscellaneous PiecesAdam Scott, 1853 - 575 стор. |
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... smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspéct of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again . 25 - iii . 2 . 47. The proffered means of Heaven ...
... smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspéct of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again . 25 - iii . 2 . 47. The proffered means of Heaven ...
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... smile , have in their hearts , I fear , Millions of mischief . 29 - iv . 1 . 752 . The same . It oft falls out , To have what we'd have , we speak not what we mean . 753 . The same . O cunning enemy , that , to catch a saint , 5 - ii ...
... smile , have in their hearts , I fear , Millions of mischief . 29 - iv . 1 . 752 . The same . It oft falls out , To have what we'd have , we speak not what we mean . 753 . The same . O cunning enemy , that , to catch a saint , 5 - ii ...
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... smile at any thing . 29 — i . 2 . 52 . Be assured , you'll find a difference , Between the promise of his greener days , And these he masters now ; now he weighs time , Even to the utmost grain . 53 . I am not a day of season ' , For ...
... smile at any thing . 29 — i . 2 . 52 . Be assured , you'll find a difference , Between the promise of his greener days , And these he masters now ; now he weighs time , Even to the utmost grain . 53 . I am not a day of season ' , For ...
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... Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abused By silken , sly ...
... Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abused By silken , sly ...
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... smile at no man's jests : eat when I have stomach , and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep , when I am drowsy , and tend to no man's business ; laugh , when I am merry , and claw no man in his humour . 6 - i . 3 . 171 . Too full of the ...
... smile at no man's jests : eat when I have stomach , and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep , when I am drowsy , and tend to no man's business ; laugh , when I am merry , and claw no man in his humour . 6 - i . 3 . 171 . Too full of the ...
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The Wisdom and Genius of Shakespeare: Comprising Moral Philosophy ... William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1838 |
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ADAM SCOTT art thou bear beauty behold betimes better blessed blood BRANDON TURNER breast breath cheek choughs Coriolanus danger death deeds devil dost doth eagles dare earth evil eyes fair fall false faults fear fire flatter flower folly fool fortune friends gentle give gold grace grief grow hand hath Hazael hear heart heaven hollow earth honest honour hour Julius Cæsar king libertine live look lord man's marriage men's mercy mind nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion patience peace pity Poems poison'd poor praise proud rage rich Shakspeare shame shew sigh sing sleep smile Sonnet 60 sorrow soul sour sweet speak spirit stand strong sweet tears tempest thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thoughts tongue true truth unto valour vex'd vile virtue vows weep wind wise words wretched youth
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Сторінка 537 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Сторінка 287 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Сторінка 421 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Сторінка 562 - 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.
Сторінка 35 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Сторінка 68 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Сторінка 98 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 299 - 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...
Сторінка 256 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Сторінка 509 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...