The Works of William Shakespeare ...J.D. Morris and Company, 1901 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 43
Page 25
... sweet music which comes floating by us on the wings of night and silence , and which we rather feel than hear - like the exhalation of the violet dying even upon the sense it charms - like the snowflake dissolved in air before it has ...
... sweet music which comes floating by us on the wings of night and silence , and which we rather feel than hear - like the exhalation of the violet dying even upon the sense it charms - like the snowflake dissolved in air before it has ...
Page 27
... words , the coarseness eludes us . We are all bound up in the brother's feeling at this sight , who cries , " O rose of May ! Dear maid , kind sister , sweet Ophelia ! " And the King says , " How do you , 27 PRINCE OF DENMARK Comments.
... words , the coarseness eludes us . We are all bound up in the brother's feeling at this sight , who cries , " O rose of May ! Dear maid , kind sister , sweet Ophelia ! " And the King says , " How do you , 27 PRINCE OF DENMARK Comments.
Page 48
... sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , 80 To give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father . That father lost , lost his , and the survivor bound 90 In filial obligation for some ...
... sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , 80 To give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father . That father lost , lost his , and the survivor bound 90 In filial obligation for some ...
Page 55
... sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance of a minute ; No more . No more but so ? Think it no more : For nature crescent does not grow alone In thews and bulk ; but , as this temple waxes , The inward service of the mind and ...
... sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance of a minute ; No more . No more but so ? Think it no more : For nature crescent does not grow alone In thews and bulk ; but , as this temple waxes , The inward service of the mind and ...
Page 90
... sweet , and by very much more hand- some than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved ; ' twas Æneas ' tale to Dido ; and there- about of it especially , where he speaks of Priam's slaughter : if it live in your memory , begin at this ...
... sweet , and by very much more hand- some than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved ; ' twas Æneas ' tale to Dido ; and there- about of it especially , where he speaks of Priam's slaughter : if it live in your memory , begin at this ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Adriana Ægeon Antipholus Antipholus of Ephesus Antipholus of Syracuse brother chain character Comedy of Errors dead dear death Denmark devil doth doubt Dowden Dromio ducats Duke emendation Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Fortinbras Ghost give grace Guil Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Horatio husband Jephthah Julius Cæsar King Laer Laertes look lord Luciana Marry master mean mind mistress mother murder nature never night Norway Omitted in Folios omitted in Quartos Ophelia Osric passage passion Plautus play players poison'd Polonius pray Pyrrhus Quartos Queen revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Scene sense Shakespeare Sings sister soul speak speech sweet sword Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thought tongue villain wife words ΙΟ
Popular passages
Page 103 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing...
Page 159 - Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this...
Page 115 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 98 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Page 121 - Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Page 45 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 151 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Page 170 - 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 has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes ? Let be.
Page 66 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! — O most pernicious woman!