The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 11Macmillan and Company, limited, 1900 |
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Halaman x
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchered , in such pomp dost lie That ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchered , in such pomp dost lie That ...
Halaman 25
... heart of the country , it seems to be guarded as a place sacred to the memory of the foremost man of expression who has yet appeared among the English - speaking peoples . It has become a town of some magnitude , with a prosperous trade ...
... heart of the country , it seems to be guarded as a place sacred to the memory of the foremost man of expression who has yet appeared among the English - speaking peoples . It has become a town of some magnitude , with a prosperous trade ...
Halaman 43
... heart of the dolphin , a chorus of ocean deities sang the praises of the great and beautiful Queen . The tension of these splendid mythological and allegorical pageants was relieved by the tricks of necromancers , the feats of acrobats ...
... heart of the dolphin , a chorus of ocean deities sang the praises of the great and beautiful Queen . The tension of these splendid mythological and allegorical pageants was relieved by the tricks of necromancers , the feats of acrobats ...
Halaman 47
... heart of the country , are nowhere more alluring to the eye and the imagination than in Warwickshire . They make chances for intimacy with the landscape which the highways cannot offer . The long - travelled roads are old and ripe with ...
... heart of the country , are nowhere more alluring to the eye and the imagination than in Warwickshire . They make chances for intimacy with the landscape which the highways cannot offer . The long - travelled roads are old and ripe with ...
Halaman 52
... heart of nature — this is Warwickshire ; where nature , legend , and history commingle in full and immemorial stream to nourish and enrich an ancient and beautiful landscape . Warwick Castle is a type of the great baronial home ...
... heart of nature — this is Warwickshire ; where nature , legend , and history commingle in full and immemorial stream to nourish and enrich an ancient and beautiful landscape . Warwick Castle is a type of the great baronial home ...
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Halaman 289 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Halaman 236 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place ran Cassius...
Halaman 218 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Halaman 170 - Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken...
Halaman 169 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Halaman 161 - 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.
Halaman x - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Halaman 154 - As the soul of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras, so the sweet witty soul of Ovid lives in mellifluous and honey-tongued Shakespeare ; witness his Venus and Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugared sonnets among his private friends, &c.
Halaman 55 - Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet arise ; Arise, arise ! Clo.
Halaman 167 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.