Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, 1. kötetHarper & Brothers, 1847 |
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43. oldal
... Gloster remembers the " trick " of Lear's voice . Helen , thinking of Bertram , speaks- Of every line and trick of his sweet favour . Falstaff notes the " villainous trick " of the prince's eye . In all these cases , " trick " seems to ...
... Gloster remembers the " trick " of Lear's voice . Helen , thinking of Bertram , speaks- Of every line and trick of his sweet favour . Falstaff notes the " villainous trick " of the prince's eye . In all these cases , " trick " seems to ...
10. oldal
... GLOSTER . DUCHESS OF YORK . Lady attending on the QUEEN Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Two Gardeners , Keeper Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersedly in England and Wales . XULC RICHARD ACT K. Rich ...
... GLOSTER . DUCHESS OF YORK . Lady attending on the QUEEN Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Two Gardeners , Keeper Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersedly in England and Wales . XULC RICHARD ACT K. Rich ...
13. oldal
... shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry.- Lord Marshal , command our officers at arms Be ready to direct these home - alarms . [ Exeunt Enter GAUNT , and Duchess of GLOSTER . Gaunt . ACT I. SCENE I. KING RICHARD THE SECOND .
... shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry.- Lord Marshal , command our officers at arms Be ready to direct these home - alarms . [ Exeunt Enter GAUNT , and Duchess of GLOSTER . Gaunt . ACT I. SCENE I. KING RICHARD THE SECOND .
14. oldal
... GLOSTER . Gaunt . Alas ! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life : But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct ...
... GLOSTER . Gaunt . Alas ! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life : But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct ...
21. oldal
... Gloster , plain well - meaning soul , Whom fair befal in heaven ' mongst happy souls ! May be a precedent and witness good , That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood . Join with the present sickness that I have , And thy ...
... Gloster , plain well - meaning soul , Whom fair befal in heaven ' mongst happy souls ! May be a precedent and witness good , That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood . Join with the present sickness that I have , And thy ...
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Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, 2. kötet John Payne Collier,Charles Knight Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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12. oldal - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
44. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
97. oldal - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
25. oldal - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
11. oldal - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
17. oldal - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
97. oldal - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
98. oldal - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...