The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 2. ciltF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Sayfa 7
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
Sayfa 29
... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
Sayfa 39
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
Sayfa 53
... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grise ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . your Oli . Why , then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again ...
... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grise ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . your Oli . Why , then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again ...
Sayfa 75
... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : — Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! Oli . Nay , come , I pr ...
... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : — Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! Oli . Nay , come , I pr ...
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Sayfa 326 - 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.
Sayfa 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Sayfa 129 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Sayfa 239 - 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.
Sayfa 102 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Sayfa 39 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Sayfa 369 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Sayfa 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Sayfa 41 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sayfa 31 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.