Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Pericles. Poems |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 47 筆
第 16 頁
When thou once Wast beaten from Modena , where thou slew ' st Hirtius and
Pansa , consuls , at thy heel Did famine follow ; whom thou fought ' st against ,
Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than savages could suffer : thou
didst ...
When thou once Wast beaten from Modena , where thou slew ' st Hirtius and
Pansa , consuls , at thy heel Did famine follow ; whom thou fought ' st against ,
Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than savages could suffer : thou
didst ...
第 23 頁
Cæs . I must be laugh ' d at , 30 If , or for nothing or a little , I Should say myself
offended , and with you Chiefly if the world ; more laugh ' d at , that I should Once
name you derogately , when to sound your name It not concern ' d me . Ant . My ...
Cæs . I must be laugh ' d at , 30 If , or for nothing or a little , I Should say myself
offended , and with you Chiefly if the world ; more laugh ' d at , that I should Once
name you derogately , when to sound your name It not concern ' d me . Ant . My ...
第 28 頁
I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street ; And having lost her
breath , she spoke , and panted , That she did make defect perfection , And ,
breathless , power breathe forth . Mec . Now Antony must leave her utterly . Eno .
I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street ; And having lost her
breath , she spoke , and panted , That she did make defect perfection , And ,
breathless , power breathe forth . Mec . Now Antony must leave her utterly . Eno .
第 41 頁
Lep . What manner o ' thing is your crocodile ? Ant . It is shaped , sir , like itself ;
and it is as broad as it hath breadth : it is just so high as it is , and moves with it
own organs : it lives by that which nourisheth it ; and the elements once out of it ,
it ...
Lep . What manner o ' thing is your crocodile ? Ant . It is shaped , sir , like itself ;
and it is as broad as it hath breadth : it is just so high as it is , and moves with it
own organs : it lives by that which nourisheth it ; and the elements once out of it ,
it ...
第 42 頁
Who seeks , and will not take when once ' tis offer ' d , * Impaired . Shall never
find it more . Pom . This health to Lepidus ! 90 Ant . Bear him ashore . I ' ll pledge
it for him , Pompey . Eno . Here ' s to thee , Menas ! Men . Enobarbus , welcome !
Who seeks , and will not take when once ' tis offer ' d , * Impaired . Shall never
find it more . Pom . This health to Lepidus ! 90 Ant . Bear him ashore . I ' ll pledge
it for him , Pompey . Eno . Here ' s to thee , Menas ! Men . Enobarbus , welcome !
讀者評論 - 撰寫評論
我們找不到任何評論。
常見字詞
Antony arms attend bear beauty better blood breath bring Cæs Cæsar Char cheek Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead dear death desire dost doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall false father fear fire follow fortune friends gentle give gods gone grace grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Italy keep king kiss lady leave light lips live look lord madam master mean mind mistress nature never night noble once Pericles poor Post praise pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE shame sorrow speak stand strange sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought tongue true weep wind worth youth
熱門章節
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,...