New Illustrations of the Life, Studies, and Writings of Shakespeare, 2. kötetJ. B. Nichols and Son, 1845 |
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10. oldal
... sleep being described by such a poet as Shakespeare by the phrase " the drowsy race of night . " Any one of these , if due attention were given to the passage , would have been suffi- cient to shew that there was something rotten in the ...
... sleep being described by such a poet as Shakespeare by the phrase " the drowsy race of night . " Any one of these , if due attention were given to the passage , would have been suffi- cient to shew that there was something rotten in the ...
50. oldal
... sleep , & c . It is a remarkable circumstance that the real Lady Percy , the Countess of Northumberland , of Shakespeare's own time , was married to a morose and uncongenial person , and that she was more than once a banished woman from ...
... sleep , & c . It is a remarkable circumstance that the real Lady Percy , the Countess of Northumberland , of Shakespeare's own time , was married to a morose and uncongenial person , and that she was more than once a banished woman from ...
67. oldal
... sleeping as pourtrayed by Isaiah . I know not that it has ever been adverted to , that in the royal vaults of England it was sometimes the practice to deposit valuables with the body of a person interred therein , with the special ...
... sleeping as pourtrayed by Isaiah . I know not that it has ever been adverted to , that in the royal vaults of England it was sometimes the practice to deposit valuables with the body of a person interred therein , with the special ...
83. oldal
... sleeping room of his prisoner ; and , secondly , when Brakenbury makes those reflections on the miseries of royalty while Clarence is asleep , they have no relation to the dream and the perturbed state of the mind of Clarence of which ...
... sleeping room of his prisoner ; and , secondly , when Brakenbury makes those reflections on the miseries of royalty while Clarence is asleep , they have no relation to the dream and the perturbed state of the mind of Clarence of which ...
84. oldal
... sleeps after having related his dream to another , as Brakenbury is represented to have done in the folios , but not a person who had been listening to the deeply affecting words of Clarence . The remarks also interposed by the person ...
... sleeps after having related his dream to another , as Brakenbury is represented to have done in the folios , but not a person who had been listening to the deeply affecting words of Clarence . The remarks also interposed by the person ...
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206. oldal - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
55. 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...
173. oldal - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
335. oldal - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
175. oldal - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
9. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
273. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
14. oldal - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
164. oldal - I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is But what is not.
171. oldal - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...