Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 69 találatból.
25. oldal
... given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong - bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves , at my command , Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd , and let them ...
... given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong - bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves , at my command , Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd , and let them ...
28. oldal
... given me again , I will requite you with as good a thing ; At least , bring forth a wonder to content ye , As much as me my dukedom . The entrance of the Cell opens , and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess . Mira . Sweet ...
... given me again , I will requite you with as good a thing ; At least , bring forth a wonder to content ye , As much as me my dukedom . The entrance of the Cell opens , and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess . Mira . Sweet ...
44. oldal
... given up his pretensions to Hermia , he should endea- vour to prevail upon her father to revoke the cruel sen- tence of death which had been passed against her . De- metrius was preparing to return to Athens for this friendly purpose ...
... given up his pretensions to Hermia , he should endea- vour to prevail upon her father to revoke the cruel sen- tence of death which had been passed against her . De- metrius was preparing to return to Athens for this friendly purpose ...
72. oldal
... given To men of middle age : You are very welcome . Cam . I should leave grazing , were I of your flock , And only live by gazing . Per . Out , alas ! You'd be so lean , that blasts of January Would blow you through and through . - Now ...
... given To men of middle age : You are very welcome . Cam . I should leave grazing , were I of your flock , And only live by gazing . Per . Out , alas ! You'd be so lean , that blasts of January Would blow you through and through . - Now ...
74. oldal
... given already , But not deliver'd . - O , hear me breathe my life Before this ancient sir , who , it should seem a Sooth - truth . b During the dance Polixenes and the Shepherd have been con- versing apart , and this is a continuation ...
... given already , But not deliver'd . - O , hear me breathe my life Before this ancient sir , who , it should seem a Sooth - truth . b During the dance Polixenes and the Shepherd have been con- versing apart , and this is a continuation ...
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Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young Persons Charles Lamb,Charles Knight Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
affection Angelo answer Antonio appeared asked Beatrice began better brother brought called child Claudio comes court daughter dead dear death desired doth duke Enter Extract eyes fair father fear follow fortune friar gave gentle give given gone grace Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Helena Hero honour hope hour husband Isabel kind king knew lady Lear leave live look lord maid manner married master means mind mother nature never night noble once Orlando Othello pass Pericles poor pray present prince Proteus queen replied rich ring Romeo seemed seen sent servant sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet talk tell thee thing thou thought Timon told took true turn Valentine wife wish young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
336. oldal - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
134. oldal - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
103. oldal - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
409. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
47. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
466. oldal - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
237. oldal - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou '1t come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
126. oldal - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
255. oldal - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
14. 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.