The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 1Charles Whittingham, 1826 |
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Page 101
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not ...
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not ...
Page 102
... thee surely with thy peers , And tell how far thou didst our Lily outshine , Or sporting Kid , or Marlow's mighty line . And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greck , From thence to honour thee , I will not seek For names ; but ...
... thee surely with thy peers , And tell how far thou didst our Lily outshine , Or sporting Kid , or Marlow's mighty line . And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greck , From thence to honour thee , I will not seek For names ; but ...
Page 103
... thee in our water yet appear , And make those slights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay , I see thee in the hemisphere Advanc'd , and made a constellation there ! Shine forth , thou star of ...
... thee in our water yet appear , And make those slights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay , I see thee in the hemisphere Advanc'd , and made a constellation there ! Shine forth , thou star of ...
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... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better 3 Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . 4 ...
... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better 3 Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . 4 ...
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... thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ...
... thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ...
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Popular passages
Page 47 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 291 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 82 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 294 - 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.
Page 325 - 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.
Page 157 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Page 102 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Page 19 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.