Selections from Shakspeare, by B. OakleyLongman & Company, 1828 - 182 páginas |
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... sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! What ! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . KING HENRY IV . PART II ...
... sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! What ! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . KING HENRY IV . PART II ...
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... sleep , Had the forehand and ' vantage of a king . I am not covetous for gold , Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; But , if it be a sin to covet honour , I am the most offending soul alive . The man that once did sell the lion's ...
... sleep , Had the forehand and ' vantage of a king . I am not covetous for gold , Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; But , if it be a sin to covet honour , I am the most offending soul alive . The man that once did sell the lion's ...
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... sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! What ! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . KING HENRY IV . PART II ...
... sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! What ! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . KING HENRY IV . PART II ...
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... Sleeping and waking , O defend me still ! KING RICHARD . Who saw the sun to - day ? Then he disdains to shine ; for , by the book , He should have braved the east an hour ago . Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ; Conscience ...
... Sleeping and waking , O defend me still ! KING RICHARD . Who saw the sun to - day ? Then he disdains to shine ; for , by the book , He should have braved the east an hour ago . Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls ; Conscience ...
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... Sleep , that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care , The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , Balm of hurt ... sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures . " Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . MACBETH ...
... Sleep , that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care , The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , Balm of hurt ... sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures . " Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . MACBETH ...
Términos y frases comunes
admiration ANTONIO APEMANTUS beauty BENJAMIN OAKLEY blood bond brains brow BRUTUS CASSIO cheeks clouds CORIOLANUS CYMBELINE death DESDEMONA devil doth DUKE ears earth EDEN LODGE fair false fear fire flesh fool gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give GLOUCESTER grace GRATIANO HAMLET hate hath head hear heart heaven honour HORATIO IAGO JOHNSON'S PREFACE JULIET kill'd KING HENRY KING HENRY VI KING JOHN KING LEAR LADY MACBETH live look lord MADAM MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERCHANT OF VENICE mercy mind nature never night noble o'er OTHELLO play Pluck Poet poor PORTIA praise PRINCE proud revenge RICHARD III ROMEO ROMEO AND JULIET SHAKSPEARE shew SHYLOCK slave sleep soul speak spirit sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thing Thou art thou dost thou hast TIMON TIMON OF ATHENS tongue valiant violet virtue what's wind words wretch
Pasajes populares
Página 114 - LORENZO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Becomes the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest
Página 127 - DUKE. 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; 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. 0,
Página 119 - ISABELLA. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle: — O, but man, proud man! Brest in a little brief authority,
Página 105 - PORTIA. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 31 - Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. You cannot call it love; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame — it's humble, And waits upon the judgment. O shame! where is thy blush
Página 20 - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Página 104 - BASSANIO. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. ANTONIO.
Página 129 - VIOLA. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
Página 43 - IAGO. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. OTHELLO.
Página 111 - BASSANIO. I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong; And curb this cruel devil of his will. PORTIA. It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by