The Shakespeare argosy, containg much of the wealth of Shakespeare's wisdom and wit, alphabetically arranged and classified by A.F.P. HarcourtH.S. King & Company, 1874 - 260 стор. |
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... BEAUTY [ 638 ] . The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not , but commends itself , To others ' eyes ; Achilles . Troilus and Cressida , Act iii . Sc . 3 . BEAUTY ( in woman ) [ 718 ] . .... she hangs upon the cheek ...
... BEAUTY [ 638 ] . The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not , but commends itself , To others ' eyes ; Achilles . Troilus and Cressida , Act iii . Sc . 3 . BEAUTY ( in woman ) [ 718 ] . .... she hangs upon the cheek ...
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... beauty , Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch ? BEAUTY [ 531 ] . Ist Citizen . King John , Act ii . Sc . 1 . ' Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud ; BEAUTY [ 983 ] . York . 3rd Henry VI . , Act i . Sc . 4 . Sits here , like ...
... beauty , Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch ? BEAUTY [ 531 ] . Ist Citizen . King John , Act ii . Sc . 1 . ' Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud ; BEAUTY [ 983 ] . York . 3rd Henry VI . , Act i . Sc . 4 . Sits here , like ...
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... the sun And with him rises weeping : these are flowers Of middle summer , . . . . daffodils , .... That come before the swallow dares , and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim , 74 The Shakespeare Argosy .
... the sun And with him rises weeping : these are flowers Of middle summer , . . . . daffodils , .... That come before the swallow dares , and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim , 74 The Shakespeare Argosy .
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William Shakespeare Alfred Frederick Pollock Harcourt. 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 ...
William Shakespeare Alfred Frederick Pollock Harcourt. 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 ...
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... idleness and nothing teems But hateful docks , rough thistles , kecksies , burs , Losing both beauty and utility . Burgundy . Henry V. , Act v . Sc . 2 . HONESTY [ 612 ) . 14 Corruption wins not more 96 The Shakespeare Argosy .
... idleness and nothing teems But hateful docks , rough thistles , kecksies , burs , Losing both beauty and utility . Burgundy . Henry V. , Act v . Sc . 2 . HONESTY [ 612 ) . 14 Corruption wins not more 96 The Shakespeare Argosy .
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Сторінка 202 - 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.
Сторінка 135 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Сторінка 166 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Сторінка 31 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Сторінка 67 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home. He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and...
Сторінка 159 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Сторінка 200 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Сторінка 203 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife ' Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Сторінка 49 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Сторінка 220 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.