Plays of Shakespeare: Selected and Prepared for Use in Schools, Clubs, Classes and Families, 3. kötetGinn brothers, 1875 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 86 találatból.
8. oldal
... Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens , As she is mine , I may dispose of her : Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death , according to our law Immediately provided in that case ...
... Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens , As she is mine , I may dispose of her : Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death , according to our law Immediately provided in that case ...
9. oldal
... Grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts ; But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case , If I ...
... Grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts ; But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case , If I ...
12. oldal
... grace the rite Untouch'd the hawthorn bough , Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight ; Man changes , but not Thou . ' 15 Fair for fairness or beauty ; a common usage of the time . Instead of your fair , the folio has you , fair , which Mr ...
... grace the rite Untouch'd the hawthorn bough , Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight ; Man changes , but not Thou . ' 15 Fair for fairness or beauty ; a common usage of the time . Instead of your fair , the folio has you , fair , which Mr ...
28. oldal
... grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts ...
... grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts ...
41. oldal
... grace as you , So hung upon with love , so fortunate ; But miserable most , to love unlov'd ? This you should pity rather than despise . - Her . I understand not what you mean by this . Hel . Ay , do , perséver , counterfeit sad looks ...
... grace as you , So hung upon with love , so fortunate ; But miserable most , to love unlov'd ? This you should pity rather than despise . - Her . I understand not what you mean by this . Hel . Ay , do , perséver , counterfeit sad looks ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Anne Boleyn Aufidius Beat Benedick Brabantio Capulet Cassio Claud Claudio Cloten Collier's second folio Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline Cyprus dead death Desdemona Dogb dost doth Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Friar Gent give Grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart Heaven Hermia Hero honour Iach Iago Imogen Juliet Julius Cæsar King lady Leon Leonato Lettsom look lord Lord Chamberlain Lysander Madam Marcius married master means Mercutio Michael Cassio mistress never night noble Nurse old copies Othello Pedro Pisanio play Poet Poet's Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Prince Puck Pyramus quarto Queen Re-enter Roderigo Roman Rome Romeo SCENE sense Shakespeare Signior soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Tybalt villain wife word
Népszerű szakaszok
572. oldal - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
265. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
405. oldal - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
405. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
55. oldal - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
653. oldal - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate...
261. oldal - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
205. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...
187. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
203. 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.