The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 páginas |
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... Agamemnon , let it not be so ! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord , That bastes his arrogance with his own seam * And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts , -save ...
... Agamemnon , let it not be so ! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord , That bastes his arrogance with his own seam * And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts , -save ...
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... AGAMEMNON . Nest . O noble general , do not do so . Dio . You must prepare to fight without Achilles . Ulyss . Why , ' tis this naming of him does him harm . Here is a man - But ' tis before his face ; I will be silent . Nest ...
... AGAMEMNON . Nest . O noble general , do not do so . Dio . You must prepare to fight without Achilles . Ulyss . Why , ' tis this naming of him does him harm . Here is a man - But ' tis before his face ; I will be silent . Nest ...
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... 'll break it himself in vain- glory . He knows not me ; I said , Good - morrow , Ajax ; and he replies , Thanks , Agamemnon . What * New - fashioned toys . think you of this man , that takes me for 28 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 3.
... 'll break it himself in vain- glory . He knows not me ; I said , Good - morrow , Ajax ; and he replies , Thanks , Agamemnon . What * New - fashioned toys . think you of this man , that takes me for 28 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 3.
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... Agamemnon . Do this . Patr . Jove bless great Ajax . Ther . Humph ! Patr . I come from the worthy Achilles , -- Ther . Ha ! Patr . Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent ! - Ther . Humph ! Patr . And to procure safe ...
... Agamemnon . Do this . Patr . Jove bless great Ajax . Ther . Humph ! Patr . I come from the worthy Achilles , -- Ther . Ha ! Patr . Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent ! - Ther . Humph ! Patr . And to procure safe ...
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... 'll break it himself in vain- glory . He knows not me ; I said , Good - morrow , Ajax ; and he replies , Thanks , Agamemnon . What * New - fashioned toys . think you of this man , that takes me for 28 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 3.
... 'll break it himself in vain- glory . He knows not me ; I said , Good - morrow , Ajax ; and he replies , Thanks , Agamemnon . What * New - fashioned toys . think you of this man , that takes me for 28 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 3.
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Aposiopesis art thou banishment bear beauty blood bosom breath brow Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek Coriolanus crown curse Cymbeline dear death deed described Desdemona didst dost thou doth dream earth eyes fair fair ladies father fear fool fortune friends gentle Ghost give grief hand hang hath head hear heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady live look lord lov'd Macb Macd maid melancholy midnight bell mother murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er Pandarus passion Patroclus pity Poison'd poor princes proud Queen revenge Richard III shame sleep soliloquy sorrow soul speak speech spirit sweet Sycorax tears thee thine thing thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue true twice-told tale unto vex'd villain virtue weep wife wind woman words young youth
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Página 61 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 105 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Página 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 17 - 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...
Página 127 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Página 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Página 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Página 104 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?