The Shakespeare's cyclopędia; or, A classified and elucidated summary of Shadespeare's knowledge of the works and phenomena of nature, Part 1J.R. Smith, 1862 - 48 pages |
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... gives her " doves ' eyes , " and roses in her cheeks , " with lips like " kissing cherries , " and face of " lily tincture . " She is " straight as a wand ; " her fingers are white as milk , and soft as flowers ; her embraces like the ...
... gives her " doves ' eyes , " and roses in her cheeks , " with lips like " kissing cherries , " and face of " lily tincture . " She is " straight as a wand ; " her fingers are white as milk , and soft as flowers ; her embraces like the ...
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... Gives the young head the old man's dresse . " ' Very feare itself , horrour , and the apprehension of an inevitable death have so farre seized upon some men , as we read of a kinsman of Francis Gonzagus , Prince of Montana , who ...
... Gives the young head the old man's dresse . " ' Very feare itself , horrour , and the apprehension of an inevitable death have so farre seized upon some men , as we read of a kinsman of Francis Gonzagus , Prince of Montana , who ...
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... Give me thy torch , boy : hence , and stand aloof ; — Yet put it out , for I would not be seen . Under yon yew trees lay thee all along , Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground ; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread ( Being ...
... Give me thy torch , boy : hence , and stand aloof ; — Yet put it out , for I would not be seen . Under yon yew trees lay thee all along , Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground ; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread ( Being ...
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... gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose , As thy eye - beams , when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of ...
... gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose , As thy eye - beams , when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of ...
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... give thy repose To the wet sea - boy in an hour so rude ; ‡ And , in the calmest and most stillest night , With all appliances and means to boot , Deny it to a king ? Then , happy low , lie down !? Uneasy lies the head that wears a ...
... give thy repose To the wet sea - boy in an hour so rude ; ‡ And , in the calmest and most stillest night , With all appliances and means to boot , Deny it to a king ? Then , happy low , lie down !? Uneasy lies the head that wears a ...
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Page 32 - Would he were fatter: — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 23 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state. she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 26 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Page 10 - I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; Leave gormandizing ; know the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men. Reply not to me with a fool-born...
Page 48 - Let it be so ; thy truth then be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Page 4 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 10 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 21 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 35 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 26 - ... Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave ' of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .