The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Volúmenes19-20Ginn & Heath, 1881 |
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... dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on death's met , whom none resist . Per . Antiochus , I thank thee , who hast taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful objects to prepare This body , like to them , to ...
... dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on death's met , whom none resist . Per . Antiochus , I thank thee , who hast taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful objects to prepare This body , like to them , to ...
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... dead . Thal . My lord , If I can get him within my pistol's length , I'll make him sure enough : so , farewell to your Highness . Ant . Thaliard , adieu ! [ Exit THAL . ] Till Pericles be dead My heart can lend no succour to my head ...
... dead . Thal . My lord , If I can get him within my pistol's length , I'll make him sure enough : so , farewell to your Highness . Ant . Thaliard , adieu ! [ Exit THAL . ] Till Pericles be dead My heart can lend no succour to my head ...
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... dead . All . The gods of Greece protect you ! And we'll pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise : We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not ...
... dead . All . The gods of Greece protect you ! And we'll pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise : We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not ...
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... dead , For that I am a man , pray see me buriéd . 1 Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here : come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow ! Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh ...
... dead , For that I am a man , pray see me buriéd . 1 Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here : come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow ! Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh ...
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... dead father did bequeath to me , With this strict charge , even as he left his life , Keep it , my Pericles ; it hath been a shield ' Twixt me and death : and pointed to this brace , 12— For that it saved me , keep't ; in like necessity ...
... dead father did bequeath to me , With this strict charge , even as he left his life , Keep it , my Pericles ; it hath been a shield ' Twixt me and death : and pointed to this brace , 12— For that it saved me , keep't ; in like necessity ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Arcite Bawd beauty blood Boult breath cheeks Cleon Corrected by Malone Coun cousin Daugh dead death DIONYZA dost doth Dyce Emilia Enter Exeunt eyes fair fear Fletcher flowers foot-note foul gentle give gods Gower grief hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Helicanus HIPPOLYTA honour Jailer King kiss lady live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus maid Malone's correction Marina means mistress Mytilene ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen old copies omit old copies read Palamon Pentapolis Pericles PIRITHOUS pity play Poet poor praise pray Prince Prince of Tyre Queen quoth SCENE sense Shakespeare shame Sonnets sorrow Steevens sweet Tarsus tears tell Thaisa Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou art thought thyself Tyre unto Venus and Adonis Walker weep wench WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind Wooer word
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Página 351 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 351 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 351 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Página 351 - 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.
Página 351 - 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 see'st 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.
Página 351 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Página 351 - For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Página 351 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the...
Página 351 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Página 351 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.