The Shakespeare Phrase BookLittle, Brown,, 1881 - 1034 oldal |
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16. oldal
... eyes of expectation And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness . Fair is foul , and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air Whither are they vanished ? Into the air The noise of battle hurtled in the air ...
... eyes of expectation And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness . Fair is foul , and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air Whither are they vanished ? Into the air The noise of battle hurtled in the air ...
21. oldal
... eye of anguish Why , then , your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes ' anguish O Spartan dog , More fell than anguish , hunger , or the sea ! ANIMAL - Those pampered animals That rage in savage sensuality . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 5 ...
... eye of anguish Why , then , your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes ' anguish O Spartan dog , More fell than anguish , hunger , or the sea ! ANIMAL - Those pampered animals That rage in savage sensuality . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 5 ...
34. oldal
... eyes had authority , here they might take two thieves kissing Now , gods and devils ! Authority melts from me . King Lear , iv . 6 . Othello , r . 3 . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 6 . iii . 13 . Macbeth , ii . 4 . Mid . N. Dream , ¡ ¡ . 1 ...
... eyes had authority , here they might take two thieves kissing Now , gods and devils ! Authority melts from me . King Lear , iv . 6 . Othello , r . 3 . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 6 . iii . 13 . Macbeth , ii . 4 . Mid . N. Dream , ¡ ¡ . 1 ...
45. oldal
... eye ?. Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauty's tutors have enriched you with A light condition in a beauty dark . - We need more light to find your meaning out . The lover , all as frantic , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of ...
... eye ?. Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauty's tutors have enriched you with A light condition in a beauty dark . - We need more light to find your meaning out . The lover , all as frantic , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of ...
46. oldal
... eyes As there is no true cuckold but calamity , so beauty ' s a flower Most radiant , exquisite , and unmatchable beauty ! Tam . of the Shrew , v . 2 . V. 2 . All's Well , v . 3 . Twelfth Night , i . 5 . ' T is beauty truly bent , whose ...
... eyes As there is no true cuckold but calamity , so beauty ' s a flower Most radiant , exquisite , and unmatchable beauty ! Tam . of the Shrew , v . 2 . V. 2 . All's Well , v . 3 . Twelfth Night , i . 5 . ' T is beauty truly bent , whose ...
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83. oldal - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me, My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
157. oldal - And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
344. oldal - 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.
474. oldal - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
475. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
330. oldal - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
371. oldal - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
296. oldal - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
304. oldal - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
12. oldal - I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker? FIRST CLO. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.