The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 oldal |
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5. oldal
... minds which are incapable of elevating their ideas to the sublimity of their author's , are willing to bring them down to a level with their own . Hence many fine passages have been condemned in Shakspeare , as rant and fustian ...
... minds which are incapable of elevating their ideas to the sublimity of their author's , are willing to bring them down to a level with their own . Hence many fine passages have been condemned in Shakspeare , as rant and fustian ...
6. oldal
... minds when read or recited . " If , " says he , " a person finds , that a performance transports not his soul , nor exalts his thoughts ; that it calls not up into his mind ideas more enlarged than the mere sounds of the words convey ...
... minds when read or recited . " If , " says he , " a person finds , that a performance transports not his soul , nor exalts his thoughts ; that it calls not up into his mind ideas more enlarged than the mere sounds of the words convey ...
34. oldal
... minds are dedicate To nothing temporal . THE POWER OF VIRTUOUS DUTY . Is this her fault , or mine ? The tempter , or the tempted , who sins most ? Ha ! Not she ; nor doth she tempt : but it is I , That lying by the violet , in the sun ...
... minds are dedicate To nothing temporal . THE POWER OF VIRTUOUS DUTY . Is this her fault , or mine ? The tempter , or the tempted , who sins most ? Ha ! Not she ; nor doth she tempt : but it is I , That lying by the violet , in the sun ...
35. oldal
... are forbid : ' tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made , As to put mettle in restrained means , To make a false one . * Profit . † Outside . LOWLINESS OF MIND . Let me be ignorant , and MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 35.
... are forbid : ' tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made , As to put mettle in restrained means , To make a false one . * Profit . † Outside . LOWLINESS OF MIND . Let me be ignorant , and MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 35.
36. oldal
William Shakespeare. LOWLINESS OF MIND . Let me be ignorant , and in nothing good , But graciously to know I am no better . Ang . Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright , When it doth tax itself . TEMPORAL FAR BETTER THAN ETERNAL DEATH ...
William Shakespeare. LOWLINESS OF MIND . Let me be ignorant , and in nothing good , But graciously to know I am no better . Ang . Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright , When it doth tax itself . TEMPORAL FAR BETTER THAN ETERNAL DEATH ...
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61. oldal - 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.
103. oldal - 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...
130. oldal - 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.
70. oldal - 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.
17. oldal - 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...
127. oldal - 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...
130. oldal - 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.
132. oldal - 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.
60. oldal - 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...
102. oldal - 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?