The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy spectators , that thou went'st but forth To enter with applause . An actor's art Can die , and live ...
... thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy spectators , that thou went'st but forth To enter with applause . An actor's art Can die , and live ...
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William Shakespeare. 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 mix thee so , my brain excuses ...
William Shakespeare. 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 mix thee so , my brain excuses ...
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... thy art , My gentle 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 ...
... thy art , My gentle 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 ...
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... thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou , in our wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a live - long monument : For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow ; and that each heart Hath from the leaves ...
... thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou , in our wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a live - long monument : For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow ; and that each heart Hath from the leaves ...
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... Hast thou the flower there , welcome wanderer ? Puck . Ay , here it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . ' " P. 197 . " Nature here shows art , " & c . This is the reading of the second folio . - The quartos have " nature shewes arte ...
... Hast thou the flower there , welcome wanderer ? Puck . Ay , here it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . ' " P. 197 . " Nature here shows art , " & c . This is the reading of the second folio . - The quartos have " nature shewes arte ...
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Page 289 - 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 region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 56 - 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 42 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page lxxvii - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 55 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick.
Page 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Page 300 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Page cxlviii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Page 32 - A strange fish! 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 15 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...