The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 1. kötetJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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xlv. oldal
... poor and barren as it is , gave him such delight , that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason , propriety , and truth . A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world , and was content to lose it ...
... poor and barren as it is , gave him such delight , that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason , propriety , and truth . A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world , and was content to lose it ...
6. oldal
... Poor souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 5 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting souls within her . Pro . Be collected ; 5 Before . No more ...
... Poor souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er 5 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting souls within her . Pro . Be collected ; 5 Before . No more ...
7. oldal
... poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magick garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Lie ...
... poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magick garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Lie ...
10. oldal
... poor man ! -- my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry2 he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet ...
... poor man ! -- my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry2 he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet ...
39. oldal
... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! Lead away . For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have 1 done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! Lead away . For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have 1 done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
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xii. oldal - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
xvi. oldal - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
75. oldal - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
xci. oldal - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
32. oldal - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
xii. oldal - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
146. oldal - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
xvii. 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...
xci. oldal - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
308. oldal - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.