The Works of William Shakespeare, 4. kötetLittle, Brown, 1872 |
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... fair representatives of the style of a translation of Huon of Bourdeaux , published in 1601. The translation was first published between 1570 and 1575 , it having been in 1601 " the third time imprinted , and the rude English corrected ...
... fair representatives of the style of a translation of Huon of Bourdeaux , published in 1601. The translation was first published between 1570 and 1575 , it having been in 1601 " the third time imprinted , and the rude English corrected ...
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... fair dais together all that tyme , but yt rayned every day more or lesse : yf yt did not raine , then was yt cold and cloudye : mani murders were done this quarter : there were many gret fludes this sommer , and about Michelmas ...
... fair dais together all that tyme , but yt rayned every day more or lesse : yf yt did not raine , then was yt cold and cloudye : mani murders were done this quarter : there were many gret fludes this sommer , and about Michelmas ...
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... fair vestal throned by the west , " tends to confirm me in that opinion . Shakespeare never worked for nothing ; and besides , could he , could any man , have the heart to waste so exquisite a compliment as that is , and to such a woman ...
... fair vestal throned by the west , " tends to confirm me in that opinion . Shakespeare never worked for nothing ; and besides , could he , could any man , have the heart to waste so exquisite a compliment as that is , and to such a woman ...
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... fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Another moon ; but , oh , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young man's revenue . Hippolyta . Four days will ...
... fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Another moon ; but , oh , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young man's revenue . Hippolyta . Four days will ...
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... fair maid . To you your father should be as a god ; One that compos'd your beauties ; yea , and one To whom you are but as a form in wax , By him imprinted , and within his power To leave the figure , or disfigure it . Demetrius is a ...
... fair maid . To you your father should be as a god ; One that compos'd your beauties ; yea , and one To whom you are but as a form in wax , By him imprinted , and within his power To leave the figure , or disfigure it . Demetrius is a ...
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37. oldal - 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.
226. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
188. oldal - 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 ? 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.
41. oldal - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
308. oldal - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
76. oldal - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
227. oldal - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
307. oldal - 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...
307. oldal - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
158. oldal - Aside.] How like a fawning publican He looks ! I hate him, for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip -I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest : Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him 1 BASS.