The Wisdom and Genius of Shakespeare: Comprising Moral Philosophy, Delineations of Character, Paintings of Nature and the Passions, Seven Hundred Aphorisms, and Miscellaneous Pieces : with Select and Original Notes, and Scriptural References ...E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 - 460 oldal |
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50. oldal
... sweets grown common lose their dear delight . 276 Conscience . Poems . Who would bear the whips and scorns of time , The oppressor's wrong , the proud man's contumely , The pangs of despised love , the law's delay , The insolence of ...
... sweets grown common lose their dear delight . 276 Conscience . Poems . Who would bear the whips and scorns of time , The oppressor's wrong , the proud man's contumely , The pangs of despised love , the law's delay , The insolence of ...
51. oldal
... to be master'd by his young ; Who in their pride do presently abuse it ; Their father was too weak , and they too strong , To hold their cursed - blessed fortune long . The sweets we wish for turned to loathed sours , MORAL PHILOSOPHY . 51.
... to be master'd by his young ; Who in their pride do presently abuse it ; Their father was too weak , and they too strong , To hold their cursed - blessed fortune long . The sweets we wish for turned to loathed sours , MORAL PHILOSOPHY . 51.
52. oldal
... sweets we wish for turned to loathed sours , Even in the moment that we call them ours . 283 The consequences of evil . We bid ill be done , Poems . When evil deeds have their permissive pass , And not the punishment . 284 5 - i . 4 ...
... sweets we wish for turned to loathed sours , Even in the moment that we call them ours . 283 The consequences of evil . We bid ill be done , Poems . When evil deeds have their permissive pass , And not the punishment . 284 5 - i . 4 ...
54. oldal
... sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made . 298 Poems . Time . The end crowns all ; 26 - iv . 5 . And that old common arbitrator , Time , Will one day end it . 299 Justice due to Heaven . If the great gods ...
... sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made . 298 Poems . Time . The end crowns all ; 26 - iv . 5 . And that old common arbitrator , Time , Will one day end it . 299 Justice due to Heaven . If the great gods ...
56. oldal
... Sweet love , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate . 17 - iii . 2 . 313 Severe justice . After execution , judgment hath Repented o'er his doom . * 5 - ii . 2 . 314 Reverence due to Heaven . Shall we serve ...
... Sweet love , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate . 17 - iii . 2 . 313 Severe justice . After execution , judgment hath Repented o'er his doom . * 5 - ii . 2 . 314 Reverence due to Heaven . Shall we serve ...
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art thou bear beauty betimes blood blows bosom breast breath cheeks choughs danger death deeds dost doth ears earth evil eyes face fair fall false faults fear fire flatter flower folly fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief grow hand hath hear heart heaven honesty honour iron tongue judgment Julius Cæsar keep king live looks love's man's marriage men's mighty heart mind nature ne'er Neptune never night noble o'er passion patience pity Poems poison'd poor praise proud rage reason rich scapes Shakspeare shame sigh sing slave sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd stand strong sweet tears tempest thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought tongue Treason true truth twixt ugly night unto valour vex'd vile Violent delights virtue weep wind wise words wretched younker youth
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231. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls...
120. oldal - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
40. oldal - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
246. oldal - T^EAR 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' 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. Fear no more the...
239. oldal - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
131. oldal - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
385. 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
397. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
45. oldal - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
62. oldal - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?