The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 第 9 卷Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 58 筆
第 14 頁
... fire of love to you . [ To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS . Thus ready for the way of life or death , I wait the sharpest blow , Antiochus , Scorning advice . Ant . Read the conclusion then ; Which read and not expounded , ' tis decreed , As ...
... fire of love to you . [ To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS . Thus ready for the way of life or death , I wait the sharpest blow , Antiochus , Scorning advice . Ant . Read the conclusion then ; Which read and not expounded , ' tis decreed , As ...
第 22 頁
... fire , in hope to quench it ; For who digs hills because they do aspire , Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher . O my distressed lord , even such our griefs ; Here they're but felt , and seen with with mistful eyes , But like to ...
... fire , in hope to quench it ; For who digs hills because they do aspire , Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher . O my distressed lord , even such our griefs ; Here they're but felt , and seen with with mistful eyes , But like to ...
第 34 頁
... fire in darkness , none in light ; Whereby I see that Time's the king of men , For he's their parent , and he is their grave , And gives them what he will , not what they crave . Sim . What , are you merry , knights ? 1 Knight . Who can ...
... fire in darkness , none in light ; Whereby I see that Time's the king of men , For he's their parent , and he is their grave , And gives them what he will , not what they crave . Sim . What , are you merry , knights ? 1 Knight . Who can ...
第 36 頁
... fire from heaven came , and shrivell'd up Their bodies , even to loathing ; for they so stunk , That all those eyes ador'd them , ere their fall , Scorn now their hand should give them burial . Esca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet ...
... fire from heaven came , and shrivell'd up Their bodies , even to loathing ; for they so stunk , That all those eyes ador'd them , ere their fall , Scorn now their hand should give them burial . Esca . ' Twas very strange . Hel . And yet ...
第 43 頁
... fire , air , water , earth , and heaven can make , To herald thee from the womb : even at the first , Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit , " With all thou canst find here . - Now the good gods Throw their best eyes upon it ...
... fire , air , water , earth , and heaven can make , To herald thee from the womb : even at the first , Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit , " With all thou canst find here . - Now the good gods Throw their best eyes upon it ...
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Adonis Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds desire Dionyza dost thou doth face fair fair lord false father fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour husband Jove king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pity poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto vex'd weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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第 154 頁 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
第 130 頁 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
第 131 頁 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
第 99 頁 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
第 17 頁 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
第 100 頁 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
第 99 頁 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
第 112 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...
第 134 頁 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
第 138 頁 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 第 9 卷 The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| 作者 | William Shakespeare |
| 插圖作者 | Isaac Reed |
| 出版者 | Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
| 來源： | 普林斯頓大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2008年2月22日 |
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