Quotations from Shakespeare, a collection of passages selected and arranged by E. Routledge |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
5. oldal
... Leave not a rack behind . We are such stuff As dreams are made on , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . - Act 4 , Sc . I. * Ariel . Where the bee sucks there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry ...
... Leave not a rack behind . We are such stuff As dreams are made on , and our little life Is rounded with a sleep . - Act 4 , Sc . I. * Ariel . Where the bee sucks there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry ...
11. oldal
... leave a proof , by that which we will do , Wives may be merry , and yet honest too : We do not act that often jest and laugh ; ' Tis old , but true , Still swine eat all the draff . Act 4 , Sc . 2 . Mrs. Page . There is an old tale goes ...
... leave a proof , by that which we will do , Wives may be merry , and yet honest too : We do not act that often jest and laugh ; ' Tis old , but true , Still swine eat all the draff . Act 4 , Sc . 2 . Mrs. Page . There is an old tale goes ...
26. oldal
... leave the figure or disfigure it . — Act 1 , Sc . I. The . But earthly happier is the rose distill'd , Than that , which , withering on the virgin thorn , Grows , lives , and dies in single blessedness . Lys . Ay me ! for aught that I ...
... leave the figure or disfigure it . — Act 1 , Sc . I. The . But earthly happier is the rose distill'd , Than that , which , withering on the virgin thorn , Grows , lives , and dies in single blessedness . Lys . Ay me ! for aught that I ...
52. oldal
... leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so , or with much more contempt , men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried , " God save him ! ' No joyful tongue gave him his ...
... leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so , or with much more contempt , men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried , " God save him ! ' No joyful tongue gave him his ...
58. oldal
... leaves his part - created cost , A naked subject to the weeping clouds , And waste for churlish winter's tyranny . - Act 1 , Sc . 3 . Lost . He hath eaten me out of house and home . Act 2 , Sc . I. King . How many thousand of my poorest ...
... leaves his part - created cost , A naked subject to the weeping clouds , And waste for churlish winter's tyranny . - Act 1 , Sc . 3 . Lost . He hath eaten me out of house and home . Act 2 , Sc . I. King . How many thousand of my poorest ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
108. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
43. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
141. oldal - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
110. oldal - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
120. oldal - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
79. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
145. oldal - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
33. oldal - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
148. oldal - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
108. oldal - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.