The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 第 10 期 |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 5 筆
第 103 頁
Timon is dead , who hath out - stretch'd his span : Some beast rear'd this ; there
does not live a man . Dead , sure ; and this his grave.What's on this tomb I cannot
read ; the character I'll take with wax : Our captain hath in every figure skill ; An ...
Timon is dead , who hath out - stretch'd his span : Some beast rear'd this ; there
does not live a man . Dead , sure ; and this his grave.What's on this tomb I cannot
read ; the character I'll take with wax : Our captain hath in every figure skill ; An ...
第 135 頁
Romans , of five and twenty valiant sons , Half of the number that king Priam had ,
Behold the poor remains , alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome
reward with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst
...
Romans , of five and twenty valiant sons , Half of the number that king Priam had ,
Behold the poor remains , alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome
reward with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst
...
第 167 頁
The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; Brought hither in a most unlucky hour , To
find thy brother Bassianus dead . Sat. My brother dead ? I know , thou dost but
jest : He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant ...
The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; Brought hither in a most unlucky hour , To
find thy brother Bassianus dead . Sat. My brother dead ? I know , thou dost but
jest : He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant ...
第 215 頁
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves , And set them upright at their
dear friends ' doors , Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ; And on their
skins , as on the bark of trees , Have with my knife carved in Roman letters , Let
not ...
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves , And set them upright at their
dear friends ' doors , Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ; And on their
skins , as on the bark of trees , Have with my knife carved in Roman letters , Let
not ...
第 259 頁
Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after : and , as an arrow , shot From a well - experienc'd
archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so thou ne'er return , Unless thou say
, Prince Pericles is dead . Thal . My lord , if I Can get him once within my pistol's ...
Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after : and , as an arrow , shot From a well - experienc'd
archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so thou ne'er return , Unless thou say
, Prince Pericles is dead . Thal . My lord , if I Can get him once within my pistol's ...
讀者評論 - 撰寫評論
我們找不到任何評論。
其他版本 - 查看全部
常見字詞
Aaron Alcib Andronicus Apem arms Athens Attendants Bawd bear better blood Boult bring brother brought child comes daughter dead death deed dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honest honour I'll keep kind king knight lady Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius Marcus Marina master means nature never noble Pain peace Pericles play Poet poor pray present prince queen revenge Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servants sons sorrow speak stand sweet Tamora tears tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thought Timon Titus tongue true turn Tyre unto villain wish
熱門章節
第 71 頁 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
第 87 頁 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
第 101 頁 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.