The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth nightJ. Munroe, 1851 |
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xxvi. oldal
... sure , our Shakespeare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE . We wonder'd , Shakespeare , that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's ...
... sure , our Shakespeare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE . We wonder'd , Shakespeare , that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's ...
xxx. oldal
... sure enough , Milton is the only man of that time who has left any similar marks . And the initials may well enough be supposed to extend over this and the preceding piece . It may indeed be urged that if such were the case the latter ...
... sure enough , Milton is the only man of that time who has left any similar marks . And the initials may well enough be supposed to extend over this and the preceding piece . It may indeed be urged that if such were the case the latter ...
8. oldal
... sure , is making the work rather an allegory than a drama , and therein of course misrepresents its quality ; for the connecting links in this strange intercourse of the natural and the supernatural are " beings individually determined ...
... sure , is making the work rather an allegory than a drama , and therein of course misrepresents its quality ; for the connecting links in this strange intercourse of the natural and the supernatural are " beings individually determined ...
35. oldal
... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , 31 Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast 32 of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each ...
... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , 31 Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast 32 of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each ...
38. oldal
... sure , it waits upon Some god o ' the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow ...
... sure , it waits upon Some god o ' the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ARIEL better Caius Caliban called devil dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give hath hear heart heaven Henry IV Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave knight lady Laun Launce lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never Olivia Pist play Poet Poet's pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night Valentine Verona Windsor woman word
Népszerű szakaszok
104. oldal - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
92. oldal - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
331. oldal - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
xxviii. oldal - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
72. oldal - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
93. 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.
93. oldal - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
92. oldal - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
77. oldal - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
92. oldal - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...