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... heavens , and threatens to tear the world from off its hinges ; who , more terrible than Æschylus , makes our hair stand on end , and congeals our blood with horror , possessed , at the same time , the insinuating loveliness of the ...
... heavens , and threatens to tear the world from off its hinges ; who , more terrible than Æschylus , makes our hair stand on end , and congeals our blood with horror , possessed , at the same time , the insinuating loveliness of the ...
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... heaven : " See , boys ! this gate Instructs you how t ' adore the Heav'ns ; and bows you To morning's holy office . Guiderius . Hail , Heav'n ! Arviragus . Hail , Heav'n ! Bellarius . Now for our mountain - sport , up to yon hill ...
... heaven : " See , boys ! this gate Instructs you how t ' adore the Heav'ns ; and bows you To morning's holy office . Guiderius . Hail , Heav'n ! Arviragus . Hail , Heav'n ! Bellarius . Now for our mountain - sport , up to yon hill ...
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... heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . ' " MACBETH and Lear , Othello and ...
... heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . ' " MACBETH and Lear , Othello and ...
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... heaven , I know not how I lost him . Here I kneel ; If e'er my will did trespass ' gainst his love , Either in discourse , or thought , or actual deed , Or that mine eyes , mine ears , or any sense Delighted them on any other form ; Or ...
... heaven , I know not how I lost him . Here I kneel ; If e'er my will did trespass ' gainst his love , Either in discourse , or thought , or actual deed , Or that mine eyes , mine ears , or any sense Delighted them on any other form ; Or ...
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... Heaven forgive me ! Are you a man ? Have you a soul or sense ? God be wi ' you ; take mine office . O wretched fool , That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice ! Oh monstrous world ! Take note , take note , O world ! To be direct and ...
... Heaven forgive me ! Are you a man ? Have you a soul or sense ? God be wi ' you ; take mine office . O wretched fool , That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice ! Oh monstrous world ! Take note , take note , O world ! To be direct and ...
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acter admirable affections answer Antony Apemantus appear banish Banquo beauty blood Bolingbroke breath Brutus Cæsar Caliban Cassius char character Claudio comedy comic Cordelia Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE daughter death Desdemona Dost thou doth dramatic eyes Falstaff father favour fear feeling fool fortune friends genius give Gonerill grace grave Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert human humour Iago imagination Juliet JULIUS CÆSAR king lady Lear live look lord lover Macbeth Malvolio manner Mark Antony MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion Perdita person pity pleasure poet poetry Prince refined Regan revenge Richard Richard III Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET scene sense Shakespear shew Sir Toby sleep soul speak speech spirit story striking sweet tender thee things thou art thought Titus Andronicus tongue tragedy true truth W. E. Henley wife words youth
Popular passages
Page 94 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 178 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 26 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 166 - And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 118 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page xxi - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 263 - For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 130 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave; thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.
Page 91 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest 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...
Page 166 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...