Shaksperean gems, newly collected and arranged with a life of W. Shakspere by R.L. Gibson |
この書籍内から
検索結果1-5 / 32
18 ページ
... unto the places where they are wont to delight the public ear . Their trust and suit now is , not to be molested in their way of life whereby they maintain themselves , and their wives and families , ( being both married , and of good ...
... unto the places where they are wont to delight the public ear . Their trust and suit now is , not to be molested in their way of life whereby they maintain themselves , and their wives and families , ( being both married , and of good ...
39 ページ
... unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly ! Then , heigh - ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . II . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou ...
... unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly ! Then , heigh - ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . II . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou ...
54 ページ
... unto his highness : Say , his long trouble now is passing Out of this world ; tell him , in death I bless'd him , For so I will . - Mine eyes grow dim . - Farewell , My lord . - Griffith , farewell . — Nay , Patience , You must not ...
... unto his highness : Say , his long trouble now is passing Out of this world ; tell him , in death I bless'd him , For so I will . - Mine eyes grow dim . - Farewell , My lord . - Griffith , farewell . — Nay , Patience , You must not ...
57 ページ
... unto his sickness ? No , my Brutus ; You have some sick offence within your mind , Which , by the right and virtue of my place , I ought to know of : And upon my knees I charm you by my once commended beauty , By all your vows of love ...
... unto his sickness ? No , my Brutus ; You have some sick offence within your mind , Which , by the right and virtue of my place , I ought to know of : And upon my knees I charm you by my once commended beauty , By all your vows of love ...
62 ページ
... unto high Heaven , I love your son . My friends were poor , but honest ; so's my love : Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is loved of me : I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit ; Nor would I have him , till I ...
... unto high Heaven , I love your son . My friends were poor , but honest ; so's my love : Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is loved of me : I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit ; Nor would I have him , till I ...
多く使われている語句
appears bear beauty better blood body born breath bring Brutus character crown dead dear death doth dream earth England English eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire fortune friends gentle give grave grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour John kind KING HENRY lady leave light lines live look lord means mind murder nature never night noble once passage peace PLAY poet poor present princes readers reason relation remarks Richard Second seen Shakspere Shakspere's sleep SONNET soul speak SPEECH spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thine things THIRD thou thought thousand tongue touch true unto virtue weep wife wind young youth
人気のある引用
178 ページ - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
183 ページ - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
75 ページ - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
231 ページ - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
129 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...
36 ページ - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
188 ページ - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
158 ページ - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
189 ページ - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
164 ページ - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.