Pearls of Shakespeare: A Collection of the Most Brilliant Passages Found in His PlaysJ. Blackwood, 1860 - 160页 |
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... body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a ...
... body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a ...
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... bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . NIGHT . Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon Whilst the heavy ploughman ...
... bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . NIGHT . Now the hungry lion roars , And the wolf behowls the moon Whilst the heavy ploughman ...
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... body rich : And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds , To honour peereth * in the meanest habit . What is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel ...
... body rich : And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds , To honour peereth * in the meanest habit . What is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel ...
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... bodies soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world , But that our soft conditions * and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts ? TEMPEST . CALIBAN'S CURSES . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother ...
... bodies soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world , But that our soft conditions * and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts ? TEMPEST . CALIBAN'S CURSES . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother ...
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... bodies by , He call'd them untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My prisoners , in your ...
... bodies by , He call'd them untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My prisoners , in your ...
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alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS cowslip crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gold grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble o'er pity pluck poor princes Queen quoth RICHARD III Romeo scapes sighs sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
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第102页 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
第105页 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep ; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to ?—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
第26页 - 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; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
第152页 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
第151页 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
第127页 - Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* goutsf of blood, Which was not so before.
第108页 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
第116页 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
第30页 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
第102页 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.