The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 pages |
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... speaking to him , ' Cæsar , thou dost me wrong . ' He replied , ' Cæsar did never wrong , but with just cause , ' and such like ; which were ridiculous . But he redeemed his vices with his virtues . There was ever more in him to be ...
... speaking to him , ' Cæsar , thou dost me wrong . ' He replied , ' Cæsar did never wrong , but with just cause , ' and such like ; which were ridiculous . But he redeemed his vices with his virtues . There was ever more in him to be ...
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... speaking of Shakes- peare , celebrate his integrity , candour , sweetness of temper , and ready wit . We have seen 85 that Chettle , as early as 1592 , noticed " his upright- ness of dealing , which argues his honesty ; " and hat Jonson ...
... speaking of Shakes- peare , celebrate his integrity , candour , sweetness of temper , and ready wit . We have seen 85 that Chettle , as early as 1592 , noticed " his upright- ness of dealing , which argues his honesty ; " and hat Jonson ...
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... Speak , fair ; but speak fair words , or else be mute : " Give me one kiss , I'll give it thee again , " And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . 7 unkind ] i.e. unnatural . 8 contemn me this ] Is , I think , rightly explained ...
... Speak , fair ; but speak fair words , or else be mute : " Give me one kiss , I'll give it thee again , " And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . 7 unkind ] i.e. unnatural . 8 contemn me this ] Is , I think , rightly explained ...
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... speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 9 break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band ; She would , he will not in her arms be ...
... speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 9 break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band ; She would , he will not in her arms be ...
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... speak . 66 " It shall be sparing , and too full of riot , Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures ; 11 " The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet , Pluck down the rich , enrich the poor with treasures : " It shall be raging mad ...
... speak . 66 " It shall be sparing , and too full of riot , Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures ; 11 " The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet , Pluck down the rich , enrich the poor with treasures : " It shall be raging mad ...
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Page 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 277 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Page 274 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 284 - Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Page 162 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 269 - 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 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 175 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Page 226 - 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.
Page 197 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.