Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, 1. kötetHarper & Brothers, 1847 |
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89. oldal
... Sword to Thomas Russell Esquier Fyve poundes & to Frauncis Collins of the Borough of warr in the countie of warr gentleman thirteene poundes Sixe shil linges & Eight pence to be paied within one Yeare after my Deceas Item I gyve ...
... Sword to Thomas Russell Esquier Fyve poundes & to Frauncis Collins of the Borough of warr in the countie of warr gentleman thirteene poundes Sixe shil linges & Eight pence to be paied within one Yeare after my Deceas Item I gyve ...
93. oldal
... sword parleying Romans spake : ' Till these , till any of thy volume's rest , Shall with more fire , more feeling , be express'd , Be sure , our Shake - speare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L ...
... sword parleying Romans spake : ' Till these , till any of thy volume's rest , Shall with more fire , more feeling , be express'd , Be sure , our Shake - speare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L ...
9. oldal
... sword , and the battle - axe . The shape of the sword may be best ascertained from the effigy of King John , who holds one in his hand ; the pommel is diamond shaped , and has an oval cavity in the centre for a jewel . " The common ...
... sword , and the battle - axe . The shape of the sword may be best ascertained from the effigy of King John , who holds one in his hand ; the pommel is diamond shaped , and has an oval cavity in the centre for a jewel . " The common ...
11. oldal
... sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war ...
... sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war ...
25. oldal
... sword . Bast . Your sword is bright , sir : put it up again . Sal . Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin . Hub . Stand back , lord Salisbury ; stand back , I say : By heaven , I think , my sword's as sharp as yours . I would not ...
... sword . Bast . Your sword is bright , sir : put it up again . Sal . Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin . Hub . Stand back , lord Salisbury ; stand back , I say : By heaven , I think , my sword's as sharp as yours . I would not ...
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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...