The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 pages |
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... breathing saint . The Hyrcanian deserts , and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia , are as through - fares now , For princes to come view fair Portia : The watery kingdom , whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven , is no bar To stop ...
... breathing saint . The Hyrcanian deserts , and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia , are as through - fares now , For princes to come view fair Portia : The watery kingdom , whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven , is no bar To stop ...
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... breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men , Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes , -- How could he see to ...
... breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men , Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes , -- How could he see to ...
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... 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 . That very time I saw , ( but thou could'st not , ) Flying between the cold moon and the earth , Cupid ...
... 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 . That very time I saw , ( but thou could'st not , ) Flying between the cold moon and the earth , Cupid ...
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... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . -- ACT I. WOMAN'S TONGUE . Think you , a little din can daunt mine ears ? Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry ...
... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . -- ACT I. WOMAN'S TONGUE . Think you , a little din can daunt mine ears ? Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry ...
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... breath up ; urchins * Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them . Cal . I must eat my dinner . This ...
... breath up ; urchins * Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them . Cal . I must eat my dinner . This ...
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Page 61 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 103 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 17 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Page 127 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Page 102 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?