The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, 第 8 卷 |
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... death's the word . 3 I must from this ENCHANTING queen- ] It is a great error in the second folio to omit " enchanting ; " and it was not corrected in the folios 1664 or 1685 , which were printed from each other . The line was therefore ...
... death's the word . 3 I must from this ENCHANTING queen- ] It is a great error in the second folio to omit " enchanting ; " and it was not corrected in the folios 1664 or 1685 , which were printed from each other . The line was therefore ...
第 13 頁
... death , which commits some loving act upon her , she hath such a celerity in dying . Ant . She is cunning past man's thought . Eno . Alack , sir ! no ; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call ...
... death , which commits some loving act upon her , she hath such a celerity in dying . Ant . She is cunning past man's thought . Eno . Alack , sir ! no ; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call ...
第 14 頁
... death of Fulvia , with more urgent touches , Do strongly speak to us , but the letters , too , Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home . Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar , and commands The empire of the ...
... death of Fulvia , with more urgent touches , Do strongly speak to us , but the letters , too , Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home . Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar , and commands The empire of the ...
第 17 頁
... death . Cleo . Though age from folly could not give me freedom , It does from childishness . - Can Fulvia die ? Ant . She's dead , my queen . Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best ...
... death . Cleo . Though age from folly could not give me freedom , It does from childishness . - Can Fulvia die ? Ant . She's dead , my queen . Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best ...
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... death enlarge his confine . Eno . Then , world , thou hast a pair of chaps , no more ; And throw between them all the food thou hast , They'll grind each other . Where is Antony " ? " Where is Antony ? ] This speech is also decidedly ...
... death enlarge his confine . Eno . Then , world , thou hast a pair of chaps , no more ; And throw between them all the food thou hast , They'll grind each other . Where is Antony " ? " Where is Antony ? ] This speech is also decidedly ...
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第 537 頁 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
第 494 頁 - 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.
第 508 頁 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
第 512 頁 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I...
第 495 頁 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
第 40 頁 - 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.
第 489 頁 - 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 : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; 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...
第 527 頁 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing...
第 524 頁 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
第 522 頁 - 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. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself, it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...