The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 pagina's |
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Pagina 34
... death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains , That issue out of dust : happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou ...
... death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains , That issue out of dust : happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou ...
Pagina 35
... DEATH . Death is a fearful thing . Isab . And shamed life a hateful . Claud . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot : This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted ...
... DEATH . Death is a fearful thing . Isab . And shamed life a hateful . Claud . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot : This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted ...
Pagina 36
... death . VIRTUE AND GOODNESS . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . A BAWD . The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a filthy ...
... death . VIRTUE AND GOODNESS . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . A BAWD . The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a filthy ...
Pagina 45
... death - bed for him : He may win ; And what is music then ? then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new - crowned monarch : such it is , As are those dulcet sounds in break of day , That creep into the dreaming ...
... death - bed for him : He may win ; And what is music then ? then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new - crowned monarch : such it is , As are those dulcet sounds in break of day , That creep into the dreaming ...
Pagina 52
... death , or sickness did lay siege to it ; Making it momentany * as a sound , Swift as a shadow , short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied † night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heaven and earth , And ere a man ...
... death , or sickness did lay siege to it ; Making it momentany * as a sound , Swift as a shadow , short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied † night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heaven and earth , And ere a man ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pagina 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Pagina 226 - 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...
Pagina 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Pagina 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Pagina 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.