Pearls of Shakspeare, a collection of the most brilliant passages found in his plays, illustr. by K. Meadows |
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... standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain , With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom , gravity , profound conceit ; As who should say , I am Sir Oracle , And , when I ope my lips , let no dog bark ! O , my Antonio ...
... standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain , With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom , gravity , profound conceit ; As who should say , I am Sir Oracle , And , when I ope my lips , let no dog bark ! O , my Antonio ...
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... stand , Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since naught so stockish , hard and full of rage , But music for time doth ...
... stand , Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since naught so stockish , hard and full of rage , But music for time doth ...
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... standing lakes , and groves , And ye , that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune , and do fly him When he comes back ; you demy - puppets , that By moonshine do the green - sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe ...
... standing lakes , and groves , And ye , that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune , and do fly him When he comes back ; you demy - puppets , that By moonshine do the green - sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe ...
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... stands in effectual force ) A sea of melting pearl , which some call tears : Those at her father's churlish feet she tendered ; With them , upon her knees , her humble self ; Wringing her hands , whose whiteness so became them , As if ...
... stands in effectual force ) A sea of melting pearl , which some call tears : Those at her father's churlish feet she tendered ; With them , upon her knees , her humble self ; Wringing her hands , whose whiteness so became them , As if ...
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... stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter's eyes : and , to be plain , I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best . * The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting - cloth . A STATUE . What was ...
... stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter's eyes : and , to be plain , I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best . * The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting - cloth . A STATUE . What was ...
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alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS cowslip crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gold grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble Numbers o'er pity pluck poor Queen quoth RICHARD III Romeo scapes sighs sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
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Página 116 - Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 92 - 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.
Página 107 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, -Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Página 27 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 26 - 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 of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Página 108 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Página 152 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Página 30 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 146 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 90 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...