The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 7
... thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods ...
... thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods ...
Pagina 9
... thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads the Riddle . ] I am no viper , yet I feed On mother's flesh , which did me breed : I sought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's father , son , and ...
... thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads the Riddle . ] I am no viper , yet I feed On mother's flesh , which did me breed : I sought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's father , son , and ...
Pagina 10
... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and ...
... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and ...
Pagina 13
... thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - eyed melancholy , By me so us'd a guest is , not an hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes ...
... thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - eyed melancholy , By me so us'd a guest is , not an hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes ...
Pagina 14
... thought offence : Which care of them , not pity of myself , ( Who am no more but as the tops of trees , Which fence the roots they grow by , and defend them , ) Makes both my body pine , and soul to languish , And punish that before ...
... thought offence : Which care of them , not pity of myself , ( Who am no more but as the tops of trees , Which fence the roots they grow by , and defend them , ) Makes both my body pine , and soul to languish , And punish that before ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Pagina 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Pagina 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.