The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 ページ |
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... better nor worse , but faithfully transcribed from the copy which his relation very courteously communicated to me : " A parliemente member , a justice of peace , At home a poor scare - crowe , at London an asse , If lowsie is Lucy , as ...
... better nor worse , but faithfully transcribed from the copy which his relation very courteously communicated to me : " A parliemente member , a justice of peace , At home a poor scare - crowe , at London an asse , If lowsie is Lucy , as ...
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... better fortune . Shakespeare , finding more horses put into his hand than he could hold , hired boys to wait under his inspection , who , when Will Shakespeare was summoned , were immediately to present themselves , I am Shakespeare's ...
... better fortune . Shakespeare , finding more horses put into his hand than he could hold , hired boys to wait under his inspection , who , when Will Shakespeare was summoned , were immediately to present themselves , I am Shakespeare's ...
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... better style . In the dramas of Peele , " especially in David and Beth- sabe , there is no inconsiderable portion of poetic beauty ; and he must be allowed the honour of having suggested hints to Milton for the composi- tion of Comus ...
... better style . In the dramas of Peele , " especially in David and Beth- sabe , there is no inconsiderable portion of poetic beauty ; and he must be allowed the honour of having suggested hints to Milton for the composi- tion of Comus ...
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... better claim to be ad- mitted into a collection of his works than either of the last mentioned plays . Dr. Drake has chosen to class it with what he rather hastily terms the " wretched dramas , " Locrine , Sir John Gifford , have ...
... better claim to be ad- mitted into a collection of his works than either of the last mentioned plays . Dr. Drake has chosen to class it with what he rather hastily terms the " wretched dramas , " Locrine , Sir John Gifford , have ...
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... better poet than player : " 75 and Rowe tells us , that soon after his admission into the company , he became distin- guished , " if not as an extraordinary actor , yet as an excellent writer . " 76 Perhaps his execution did 66 to live ...
... better poet than player : " 75 and Rowe tells us , that soon after his admission into the company , he became distin- guished , " if not as an extraordinary actor , yet as an excellent writer . " 76 Perhaps his execution did 66 to live ...
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153 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
153 ページ - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
265 ページ - 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.
273 ページ - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
226 ページ - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
275 ページ - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
47 ページ - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
160 ページ - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
274 ページ - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
222 ページ - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...