Choice thoughts from Shakspere, by the author of 'The book of familiar quotations'. |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 46
Sivu 1
... Description of Managing the Storm . I BOARDED the king's ship ; now on the beak , Now in the waist , the deck , in every cabin , I flamed amazement ; sometimes I'd divide , And burn in many places ; on the top - mast , The yards , and ...
... Description of Managing the Storm . I BOARDED the king's ship ; now on the beak , Now in the waist , the deck , in every cabin , I flamed amazement ; sometimes I'd divide , And burn in many places ; on the top - mast , The yards , and ...
Sivu 4
... Description of Ferdinand's Swimming ashore . I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the ...
... Description of Ferdinand's Swimming ashore . I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the ...
Sivu 12
... Description of a Beautiful Boy . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy small pipe Is , as the maiden's organ , shrill and sound ...
... Description of a Beautiful Boy . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy small pipe Is , as the maiden's organ , shrill and sound ...
Sivu 23
... Description of a Shipwreck . I would did but see how it chafes , how it rages , you how it takes up the shore ! but that's not to the point . O , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes to see ' em , and not to see ' em ; now ...
... Description of a Shipwreck . I would did but see how it chafes , how it rages , you how it takes up the shore ! but that's not to the point . O , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes to see ' em , and not to see ' em ; now ...
Sivu 33
... Description of the Murder . But soft ! methinks I scent the morning air ; Brief let me be : -Sleeping within mine orchard , My custom always of the afternoon , Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole , With juice of cursed hebenon * in a ...
... Description of the Murder . But soft ! methinks I scent the morning air ; Brief let me be : -Sleeping within mine orchard , My custom always of the afternoon , Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole , With juice of cursed hebenon * in a ...
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Antony art thou banished battle battle of Agincourt bear beauty blood bosom breath brother Brutus Cæsar CASSIUS cheek Cordelia Coriolanus crown Cymbeline Dauphin of France dead dear death deed Desdemona dost doth dream Duke ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool FRIAR friends gentle GHOST give grave grief HAMLET hand hath head hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour hour Hubert Iago JULIET KING HENRY kiss lady lips live look lord Mark Antony marriage married mercy murder ne'er never night nine men's morris noble o'er Othello's peace pity play poison poor Prince queen ROMEO shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thoughts tongue Tybalt unto virtue weep whilst wife wilt wind word wretched youth Аст Аст І
Suositut otteet
Sivu 115 - 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...
Sivu 148 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side'; His youthful hose well sav'd, 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.
Sivu 317 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Sivu 111 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Sivu 316 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sivu 111 - 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?
Sivu 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Sivu 237 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Sivu 9 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Sivu 148 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...