Pearls of Shakespeare: A Collection of the Most Brilliant Passages Found in His PlaysJ. Blackwood, 1860 - 160 pages |
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... hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . THE ...
... hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . THE ...
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... hour ago since it was nine ; And after an hour more it will be eleven ; And so , from hour to hour , we ripe , and ripe , And then , from hour to hour , we rot , and rot , And thereby hangs a tale . When I did hear The motley fool thus ...
... hour ago since it was nine ; And after an hour more it will be eleven ; And so , from hour to hour , we ripe , and ripe , And then , from hour to hour , we rot , and rot , And thereby hangs a tale . When I did hear The motley fool thus ...
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... hour by his dial . - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's the only wear . Duke S. What fool is this ! Jaq . O ... hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days , If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat ...
... hour by his dial . - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's the only wear . Duke S. What fool is this ! Jaq . O ... hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days , If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat ...
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... hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch , The other turns to a mirth - moving jest : Which his fair tongue ( conceit's expositor ) Delivers in such apt and gracious words ...
... hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch , The other turns to a mirth - moving jest : Which his fair tongue ( conceit's expositor ) Delivers in such apt and gracious words ...
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... into a cough ; And when the whole quire hold their hips , and loffe ; And waxen in their mirth , and neeze , and swear ; A merrier hour was never wasted there . TRUE LOVE EVER CROSSED . For aught that ever I. 28 PEARLS OF SHAKSPEARE .
... into a cough ; And when the whole quire hold their hips , and loffe ; And waxen in their mirth , and neeze , and swear ; A merrier hour was never wasted there . TRUE LOVE EVER CROSSED . For aught that ever I. 28 PEARLS OF SHAKSPEARE .
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Page 102 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 105 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep ; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to ?—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Page 26 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 152 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Page 151 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 127 - Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* goutsf of blood, Which was not so before.
Page 108 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Page 116 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Page 30 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious 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.
Page 102 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.