The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 48 találatból.
4. oldal
... fights at last against Rich- mond like a desperado , and dies the honourable death of the hero on the field of battle .'- But Shakspeare has satisfied our moral feelings : - ' He shows us Richard in his last moments already branded with ...
... fights at last against Rich- mond like a desperado , and dies the honourable death of the hero on the field of battle .'- But Shakspeare has satisfied our moral feelings : - ' He shows us Richard in his last moments already branded with ...
30. oldal
... fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed 11 , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world ...
... fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed 11 , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world ...
46. oldal
... fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to ...
... fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to ...
54. oldal
... fight for me ? Who told me , in the field at Tewksbury , When Oxford had me down , he rescued me , 5 He means the remission of the forfeit . 6 This lamentation is very tender and pathetic . The recol- lection of the good qualities of ...
... fight for me ? Who told me , in the field at Tewksbury , When Oxford had me down , he rescued me , 5 He means the remission of the forfeit . 6 This lamentation is very tender and pathetic . The recol- lection of the good qualities of ...
125. oldal
... fight ; And there the little souls of Edward's children Whisper the spirits of thine enemies , And promise them success and victory . Bloody thou art , bloody will be thy end ; Shame serves 20 thy life , and doth thy death attend ...
... fight ; And there the little souls of Edward's children Whisper the spirits of thine enemies , And promise them success and victory . Bloody thou art , bloody will be thy end ; Shame serves 20 thy life , and doth thy death attend ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
Népszerű szakaszok
257. oldal - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
153. oldal - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
336. oldal - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
257. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
40. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
396. oldal - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
251. oldal - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
259. oldal - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
261. oldal - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
152. oldal - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.