Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Pericles. PoemsG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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第 3 頁
... I'll set a bourn * how far to be beloved . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter an Attendant . Att . News , my good lord , from Rome . * Limit . Ant . Grates * me : the sum . . Cleo . Nay , hear them , Antony :
... I'll set a bourn * how far to be beloved . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter an Attendant . Att . News , my good lord , from Rome . * Limit . Ant . Grates * me : the sum . . Cleo . Nay , hear them , Antony :
第 4 頁
... Rome in Tiber melt , and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space . Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [ Embracing . And such a ...
... Rome in Tiber melt , and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space . Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [ Embracing . And such a ...
第 5 頁
... Rome : but I will hope Of better deeds to - morrow . Rest you happy ! SCENE II . The same . Exeunt . Another room . Enter CHARMIAN , IRAS , ALEXAS , and a Sooth- sayer . Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost ...
... Rome : but I will hope Of better deeds to - morrow . Rest you happy ! SCENE II . The same . Exeunt . Another room . Enter CHARMIAN , IRAS , ALEXAS , and a Sooth- sayer . Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost ...
第 8 頁
... Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults With such full license as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O , then we bring forth weeds , When our quick minds lie still ; and our ills told us Is as our earing ...
... Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults With such full license as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O , then we bring forth weeds , When our quick minds lie still ; and our ills told us Is as our earing ...
第 10 頁
... Rome * Expedition . Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar , and commands The empire of the sea : our slippery people , Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past , begin to throw ...
... Rome * Expedition . Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar , and commands The empire of the sea : our slippery people , Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past , begin to throw ...
常見字詞
Antony Bawd beauty blood Boult breath Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian cheek Cleo CLEON Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false father fear fortune foul friends Fulvia Gent gentle give gods grace grief GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Julius Cæsar king kiss lady Lepidus lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus madam Marina Mark Antony mistress Mytilene ne'er never night noble Parthia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio pity poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus praise pray prince Proculeius queen quoth Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE shalt shame sorrow speak sweet tears tell Thaisa thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true unto weep wilt worth ΙΟ
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第 27 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 412 頁 - That time of year thou mayst 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 see'st 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 see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that...
第 390 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...
第 394 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 remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
第 395 頁 - 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 long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
第 421 頁 - HOW like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
第 434 頁 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
第 395 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 176 頁 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
第 28 頁 - 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description ; she did lie In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold of tissue, O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature ; on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,...