Plays of Shakespeare: Selected and Prepared for Use in Schools, Clubs, Classes and Families, Volume 3Ginn brothers, 1875 |
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Page 329
... Cloten , except the name of the latter , is , so far as we know , a pure invention of the Poet's ; as is also the entire part of Belarius and the King's two sons , except that the names Guiderius and Arvi- ragus were found in Holinshed ...
... Cloten , except the name of the latter , is , so far as we know , a pure invention of the Poet's ; as is also the entire part of Belarius and the King's two sons , except that the names Guiderius and Arvi- ragus were found in Holinshed ...
Page 330
... Cloten , the Queen's shrewd blockhead of a son , who carry on a separate scheme of their own ; next the Imperial representative , Lucius , who comes first as Roman ambassador to reclaim the neg- glected tribute , and then as general ...
... Cloten , the Queen's shrewd blockhead of a son , who carry on a separate scheme of their own ; next the Imperial representative , Lucius , who comes first as Roman ambassador to reclaim the neg- glected tribute , and then as general ...
Page 331
... Cloten , with his empty head and savage heart , is encouraged to that pitch of insolence which prompts the flight and disguise of Imogen , that she may have “ no more ado with that harsh , noble , simple nothing , whose love - suit hath ...
... Cloten , with his empty head and savage heart , is encouraged to that pitch of insolence which prompts the flight and disguise of Imogen , that she may have “ no more ado with that harsh , noble , simple nothing , whose love - suit hath ...
Page 332
... Cloten - the only comic part in the piece- whose rude arrogance is portrayed with much humour , are , before the conclusion , got rid of by merited pun- ishment . As for the heroical part of the fable , the war between the Romans and ...
... Cloten - the only comic part in the piece- whose rude arrogance is portrayed with much humour , are , before the conclusion , got rid of by merited pun- ishment . As for the heroical part of the fable , the war between the Romans and ...
Page 335
... CLOTEN , Son to the Queen by a former Husband . POSTHUMUS LEONATUS , Husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished Lord , disguised as Morgan . ( Sons to Cymbeline , dis- GUIDERIUS , guised as Polydore and ARVIRAGUS , Cadwal , Sons to Bela ...
... CLOTEN , Son to the Queen by a former Husband . POSTHUMUS LEONATUS , Husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished Lord , disguised as Morgan . ( Sons to Cymbeline , dis- GUIDERIUS , guised as Polydore and ARVIRAGUS , Cadwal , Sons to Bela ...
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Page 572 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Page 265 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 405 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 405 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 55 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Page 653 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate...
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Page 205 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...
Page 187 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 203 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.