The Works of Shakespeare ...Estes & Lauriat, 1883 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 88
Seite 20
... Night , ' breathed out by Juliet in the silence and solitude of her chamber . She is think- ing aloud ; it is the young heart triumphing to itself in words . ' In the midst of all the vehemence with which she calls upon the night to ...
... Night , ' breathed out by Juliet in the silence and solitude of her chamber . She is think- ing aloud ; it is the young heart triumphing to itself in words . ' In the midst of all the vehemence with which she calls upon the night to ...
Seite 38
... night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love , and you among the store ; One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars ...
... night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love , and you among the store ; One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars ...
Seite 43
... night shall she be fourteen . Susan and she - God rest all Christian souls ! — Were of an age . Well , Susan is with God ; She was too good for me . But , as I said , On Lammas - eve at night shall she be fourteen ; That shall she ...
... night shall she be fourteen . Susan and she - God rest all Christian souls ! — Were of an age . Well , Susan is with God ; She was too good for me . But , as I said , On Lammas - eve at night shall she be fourteen ; That shall she ...
Seite 51
... night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : On courtiers ' knees , that dream on courtesies straight : O'er lawyer's fingers , who straight dream on fees : 1 O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ...
... night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : On courtiers ' knees , that dream on courtesies straight : O'er lawyer's fingers , who straight dream on fees : 1 O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ...
Seite 52
... night ; And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That presses them , and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good ...
... night ; And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That presses them , and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appears bear beauty better called cause character comes common copies course dead death doth doubt drama effect Enter eyes face fair father fear feeling folio give given Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour John Juliet keep King known Lady leave light live look lord matter means mind nature never night Nurse once original passion performed persons piece play players Poet Poet's poor present printed probably quarto Queen question reason rest Romeo scene seems seen sense Shakespeare Sonnets soul speak speech spirit stage stand Stratford sweet tell thee thing thou thought true whole written youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 370 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Seite 277 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 162 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay,...
Seite 376 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Seite 156 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Seite 355 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Seite 170 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Seite 163 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which...
Seite 286 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 302 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.