Macbeth ; Poems and sonnets. GlossaryBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 65 筆
第 17 頁
... never Your face , my thane , is as a book , where men May read strange matters : -to beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under ...
... never Your face , my thane , is as a book , where men May read strange matters : -to beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under ...
第 29 頁
... Never at quiet ! What are you ? -But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no further : I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire .— [ Knocking . ] Anon ...
... Never at quiet ! What are you ? -But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no further : I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire .— [ Knocking . ] Anon ...
第 48 頁
... never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : -my lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : ' pray you keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought ...
... never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : -my lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : ' pray you keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought ...
第 50 頁
... never tremble : or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhabit then , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghost disappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , so ! -being ...
... never tremble : or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhabit then , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghost disappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , so ! -being ...
第 52 頁
... In riddles , and affairs of death ; And I , the mistress of your charms , The close contriver of all harms , Was never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done 52 ACT III . MACBETH .
... In riddles , and affairs of death ; And I , the mistress of your charms , The close contriver of all harms , Was never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done 52 ACT III . MACBETH .
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
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第 219 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 19 頁 - 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.
第 16 頁 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
第 241 頁 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
第 49 頁 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear ; the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end : but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
第 308 頁 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
第 220 頁 - 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: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...
第 15 頁 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.— Enter an Attendant.
第 16 頁 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry "Hold, hold!
第 219 頁 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate...