The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 1J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Page 55
... 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 : and then , in dreaming ...
... 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 : and then , in dreaming ...
Page 56
... sweet musick ! Alon . Give us kind keepers , heavens ! What were these ? Seb . A living drollery : 8 Now I will believe , That there are unicorns ; that in Arabia There is one tree , the phoenix ' , throne ; one phoenix At this hour ...
... sweet musick ! Alon . Give us kind keepers , heavens ! What were these ? Seb . A living drollery : 8 Now I will believe , That there are unicorns ; that in Arabia There is one tree , the phoenix ' , throne ; one phoenix At this hour ...
Page 61
... sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow ; but barren hate , Sour - ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly , That you shall hate it both : therefore , take ...
... sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow ; but barren hate , Sour - ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly , That you shall hate it both : therefore , take ...
Page 66
... Sweet now , silence : Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is marr'd . Iris . You nymphs , call'd Naiads , of the wand'ring brooks , With your sedg'd crowns , and ever ...
... Sweet now , silence : Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is marr'd . Iris . You nymphs , call'd Naiads , of the wand'ring brooks , With your sedg'd crowns , and ever ...
Page 79
... Sweet lord , you play me false . Fer . I would not for the world . No , my dearest love , Mira . Yes , for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle , And I would call it fair play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear ...
... Sweet lord , you play me false . Fer . I would not for the world . No , my dearest love , Mira . Yes , for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle , And I would call it fair play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear ...
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Page xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Page xvi - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 75 - 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 xci - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 32 - 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 xii - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Page 146 - 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 help'd, 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 xvii - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page xci - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
Page 308 - 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.