The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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Halaman 39
... sweet sprites , the burden bear . Hark , hark ! Bur . Bowgh , wowgh . The watch - dogs bark : Bur . Bowgh , wowgh . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry , Cock - a - doodle - doo . [ dispersedly . [ dispersedly ...
... sweet sprites , the burden bear . Hark , hark ! Bur . Bowgh , wowgh . The watch - dogs bark : Bur . Bowgh , wowgh . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry , Cock - a - doodle - doo . [ dispersedly . [ dispersedly ...
Halaman 45
... sweet mistress and says , Weeps when she sees me work ; baseness I forget : Had ne'er like executor . But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my bours ; Most busy - less , when I do it . such Enter MIRANDA ; and PROSPERO at a distance ...
... sweet mistress and says , Weeps when she sees me work ; baseness I forget : Had ne'er like executor . But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my bours ; Most busy - less , when I do it . such Enter MIRANDA ; and PROSPERO at a distance ...
Halaman 47
... sweet airs , that give delight , and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long sleep , Will make me sleep again : and then , in dreaming ...
... sweet airs , that give delight , and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long sleep , Will make me sleep again : and then , in dreaming ...
Halaman 56
... sweet glances of thy honour'd love , I rather would entreat thy company , To see the wonders of the world abroad , Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.2 But , since thou lov'st , love ...
... sweet glances of thy honour'd love , I rather would entreat thy company , To see the wonders of the world abroad , Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.2 But , since thou lov'st , love ...
Halaman 58
... sweet honey , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! I'll kiss each several paper for amends . And here is writ - kind Julia ; -unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the bruising ...
... sweet honey , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! I'll kiss each several paper for amends . And here is writ - kind Julia ; -unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the bruising ...
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Halaman 366 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Halaman 31 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Halaman 31 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Halaman 262 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Halaman 325 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Halaman 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Halaman 30 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Halaman 172 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Halaman 360 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Halaman 363 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.