Tragedy of Antony and CleopatraJ.M. Dent and Company, 1897 |
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41. oldal - The barge she sat in. like a burnish'd throne Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver. Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
144. oldal - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel.
164. oldal - I the aspic in my lips ? Dost fall ? If thou and nature can so gently part. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired.
101. oldal - The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i
164. oldal - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
153. oldal - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
42. oldal - ... with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge.. A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
132. oldal - Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns ; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony ; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
168. oldal - She shall be buried by her Antony : No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them ; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
154. oldal - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't, an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping; his delights Were dolphin-like, they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in; in his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets, realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.