The Dramatic Works of ShakespeareErnst Fleischer, 1826 - 830 oldal |
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21. oldal
... fire my good one out .. " A breach nevertheless ensued between the bard and his better angel . But the pangs of alienation were intolerable , and , in defiance of suspicion and perplexity , Shakspeare received his friend to his bosom ...
... fire my good one out .. " A breach nevertheless ensued between the bard and his better angel . But the pangs of alienation were intolerable , and , in defiance of suspicion and perplexity , Shakspeare received his friend to his bosom ...
26. oldal
... fire of London , in 1666 , so that copies of it are now more rare than those of the first folio itself . A fourth folio , originating in the same source , issued from the press in 1685 ; it rather fell below than rose above the merit of ...
... fire of London , in 1666 , so that copies of it are now more rare than those of the first folio itself . A fourth folio , originating in the same source , issued from the press in 1685 ; it rather fell below than rose above the merit of ...
36. oldal
... fire- wood . The greater part , however , was purchased by Thomas Sharp , a watchmaker in Stratford , who turned it to wonderful advantage by converting every fragment into trifling articles of utility or or- nament . A disagreement ...
... fire- wood . The greater part , however , was purchased by Thomas Sharp , a watchmaker in Stratford , who turned it to wonderful advantage by converting every fragment into trifling articles of utility or or- nament . A disagreement ...
37. oldal
... fire , He red for shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough , Nimbly she fastens ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove . Backward she push'd him ...
... fire , He red for shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough , Nimbly she fastens ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove . Backward she push'd him ...
38. oldal
... fire must burn . ' Oh pity , ' ' gan she cry , ' flint - hearted boy ! ' Tis but a kiss I beg , why art thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne ...
... fire must burn . ' Oh pity , ' ' gan she cry , ' flint - hearted boy ! ' Tis but a kiss I beg , why art thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne ...
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72. oldal - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
67. oldal - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
63. oldal - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
74. oldal - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad ; Mad in pursuit and in possession so ; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme ; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe ; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
66. oldal - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
62. oldal - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
66. oldal - By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
66. oldal - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
81. oldal - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
71. oldal - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.