The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, 第 1 卷Harper & brothers, 1871 |
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... Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses , I mean with great , but disproportion'd muses : For if I ...
... Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses , I mean with great , but disproportion'd muses : For if I ...
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... Thou had'st , and more , Miranda : Eut how is it , Which thou heard'st cry ... art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay ... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am ...
... Thou had'st , and more , Miranda : Eut how is it , Which thou heard'st cry ... art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay ... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am ...
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... Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . Which any print of goodness will not take ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . 1 i ...
... Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . Which any print of goodness will not take ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . 1 i ...
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... thy face , What thou should'st be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy ...
... thy face , What thou should'st be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy ...
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... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , i Thou art deed : How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Can he vent Trinculos ...
... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , i Thou art deed : How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Can he vent Trinculos ...
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第359页 - 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129页 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
第363页 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
第175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236页 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
第224页 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
第218页 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! Bass.
第358页 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
第241页 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my 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.
第22页 - ... it in suspense, let but a quibble spring up before him, and he leaves his work unfinished. A quibble is the golden apple for which he will always turn aside from his career or stoop from his elevation. A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world and was content to lose it.