The Shakespeare Key: Unlocking the Treasures of His Style, Elucidating the Peculiarities of His Construction, and Displaying the Beauties of His Expression; Forming a Companion to "The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare".S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1879 - 810 Seiten |
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... Antony angrily tells his wife Octavia of her brother's breach of faith towards him : - He hath wag'd new wars ' gainst Pompey . - Ant . & C. , iii . 4 . Or where Cleopatra comes in hurriedly asking for Antony : — Where is he ? —Ibid ...
... Antony angrily tells his wife Octavia of her brother's breach of faith towards him : - He hath wag'd new wars ' gainst Pompey . - Ant . & C. , iii . 4 . Or where Cleopatra comes in hurriedly asking for Antony : — Where is he ? —Ibid ...
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... Antony had never seen her there ; that , whilst she was on the river , Antony was sitting alone , enthroned in the market - place . " Surely , it might be retorted that the negligence and inattention are the commentator's ; since he did ...
... Antony had never seen her there ; that , whilst she was on the river , Antony was sitting alone , enthroned in the market - place . " Surely , it might be retorted that the negligence and inattention are the commentator's ; since he did ...
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... Antony says of the friendship entertained by Cæsar for Brutus : - For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel : Judge , oh , you gods , how dearly Cæsar lov'd him ! —Jul . C. , iii . 2 . And thus affectionate are the terms used by the ...
... Antony says of the friendship entertained by Cæsar for Brutus : - For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel : Judge , oh , you gods , how dearly Cæsar lov'd him ! —Jul . C. , iii . 2 . And thus affectionate are the terms used by the ...
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... Antony , taking leave of Octavius Cæsar , says : - Come , sir , come ; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love : Look , here I have you ; thus I let you go , And give you to the gods . - Ant . & C. , iii . 2 . As a token of the ...
... Antony , taking leave of Octavius Cæsar , says : - Come , sir , come ; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love : Look , here I have you ; thus I let you go , And give you to the gods . - Ant . & C. , iii . 2 . As a token of the ...
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... Antony , in the mingled grief and indignation of seeing Cæsar lying there murdered , takes a kind of scornful pleasure in thus quibbling upon the word " by " ; first in its sense of by the side of or beside ' ; and secondly in its sense ...
... Antony , in the mingled grief and indignation of seeing Cæsar lying there murdered , takes a kind of scornful pleasure in thus quibbling upon the word " by " ; first in its sense of by the side of or beside ' ; and secondly in its sense ...
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Seite 90 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Seite 613 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Seite 734 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 676 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 612 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Seite 72 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife. — " Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
Seite 429 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 674 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Seite 673 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 679 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love*, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed...