The Plays and Poems of ShakespeareBell & Daldy, 1878 |
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... touching but my gentle vessel's side , Would scatter all her spices on the stream .; Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ; And , in a word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ...
... touching but my gentle vessel's side , Would scatter all her spices on the stream .; Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ; And , in a word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ...
第70页
... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Saler . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it . Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man ...
... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Saler . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it . Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man ...
第82页
... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back ; Enough to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back ; Enough to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
第104页
... touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , an floods ; Since naught so ...
... touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , an floods ; Since naught so ...
第151页
... touching now the point of human skill , 1 Reason becomes the marshal to my will , And leads me to your eyes ; where I o'erlook Love's stories , written in love's richest book . Hel . Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born ? When , at ...
... touching now the point of human skill , 1 Reason becomes the marshal to my will , And leads me to your eyes ; where I o'erlook Love's stories , written in love's richest book . Hel . Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born ? When , at ...
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第101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...
第1页 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
第22页 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
第55页 - I am a Jew. 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? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
第104页 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
第266页 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
第216页 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
第83页 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them. — Shall I say to you, Let them be free; marry them to your heirs? Why sweat they under burdens ? Let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be seasoned with such viands? You will answer, The slaves are ours.
第43页 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
第235页 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.