Tragedy of CymbelineHarper, 1890 - 231 oldal |
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2d folio Arviragus Augustus Cæsar beauty Belarius better Britain Briton brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Capell cave character Clarke Cloten Coll conjectured Cornelius court Cymbeline dead death doth edition ellipsis elliptical construction Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false father favour fear Fidele flowers fool Gaoler gentle Gentleman give gods grace Guiderius Hanmer Hanmer changed hast hath hear heart heavens honour husband Iachimo Imogen J. A. SYMONDS Johnson Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady Lear Leonatus lord Lucius Macb madam Malone master means Milford-Haven mistress mother nature Nennius noble Noble Kinsmen noun passage Philario Pisanio play poet Polydore Pope Posthumus pray prince prithee Queen reads remarks Rich Rolfe Rolfe's Roman Rome SCENE Schmidt sense Shakespeare shalt Sicilius speak Steevens sweet sword Temp tender thee Theo thing thou art verb villain Warb word youth
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117. oldal - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
193. oldal - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
215. oldal - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
173. oldal - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
121. 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...
121. oldal - ... past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
94. oldal - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; * whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states,3 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
139. oldal - No care of yours it is ; you know 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross ; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content ; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift : His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our Jovial star reign' d at his birth, and in Our temple was he married. — Rise, and fade ! — He shall be lord of lady Imogen, And happier much by his affliction made.
209. oldal - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
224. oldal - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names, and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life...