Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 34 találatból.
30. oldal
... hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - belov'd solemnized ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third thought shall be my grave . Abon . I long To hear the story of your life , which must Take the ear strangely . Pro . I ...
... hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - belov'd solemnized ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third thought shall be my grave . Abon . I long To hear the story of your life , which must Take the ear strangely . Pro . I ...
34. oldal
... hope no benefit from betraying her friend's secret but the poor pleasure of following her faithless lover to the wood ; for she well knew that De- metrius would go thither in pursuit of Hermia . The wood , in which Lysander and Hermia ...
... hope no benefit from betraying her friend's secret but the poor pleasure of following her faithless lover to the wood ; for she well knew that De- metrius would go thither in pursuit of Hermia . The wood , in which Lysander and Hermia ...
44. oldal
... their sleep : and I hope none of my readers will be so unreasonable as to be offended with a pretty harmless Midsummer Night's Dream . * Extract IV . EXTRACTS FROM SHAKSPERE . I. ACT II . - SCENE 44 TALES FROM SHAKSPERE .
... their sleep : and I hope none of my readers will be so unreasonable as to be offended with a pretty harmless Midsummer Night's Dream . * Extract IV . EXTRACTS FROM SHAKSPERE . I. ACT II . - SCENE 44 TALES FROM SHAKSPERE .
81. oldal
... hope thou wast in being , -have preserv'd Myself to see the issue . Paul . Lest they desire , upon this push , to trouble Your joys with like relation . - Go together , You precious winners all ; your exultation Partake to every one . I ...
... hope thou wast in being , -have preserv'd Myself to see the issue . Paul . Lest they desire , upon this push , to trouble Your joys with like relation . - Go together , You precious winners all ; your exultation Partake to every one . I ...
93. oldal
... hope for . When Claudio shall hear she died upon hearing his words , the idea of her life shall sweetly creep into his imagination . Then shall he mourn , if ever love had interest in his heart , and wish he had not so accused her ; yea ...
... hope for . When Claudio shall hear she died upon hearing his words , the idea of her life shall sweetly creep into his imagination . Then shall he mourn , if ever love had interest in his heart , and wish he had not so accused her ; yea ...
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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
Angelo Antipholus Antonio Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Cesario Claudio count Paris court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt eyes fair fairy father fear friar Ganymede gentle give grace grief Hamlet hath hear heard heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isab Isabel Juliet Katharine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes live look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina married master Michael Cassio Miranda mistress mother never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petrucio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus pray prince Prospero Proteus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thee thou art thought Timon Titania told Tybalt Valentine Viola weep wife wish words 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.