The Shakespeare's cyclopædia; or, A classified and elucidated summary of Shadespeare's knowledge of the works and phenomena of nature, الجزء 1J.R. Smith, 1862 - 48 من الصفحات |
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... in the bottom of the sea . Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit , there were crept , ( As't were in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the ...
... in the bottom of the sea . Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit , there were crept , ( As't were in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the ...
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admirable affection ancient Antony and Cleopatra appears awake beard beautifully beauty bed-to Ben Jonson big manly voice Book brain cause character childish treble complete sleep death delightful derangement disease doth Edition enduryth unto express eyes face faculties Faery Queene fancy fear Fennell's forehead grave gray hair Hamlet hath heart Henry VI human I.-ZOOLOGY ideas illustrated imagination Infancy insane Julius Caesar King Henry knowledge ladies Lear liver lord Love's Labour Lost lover Macbeth Measure for Measure melancholy mental MERCUTIO Midsummer Night's Dream MIRANDA Nature's night noble nose o'er objects observer old age Ophelia organs Othello Ovid passage passion peculiar perfect phenomena Philosophy poet predisposition to mania PROSPERO Queene repose Richard II Romeo and Juliet says scene seven ages SHAKESPEARE CYCLOPÆDIA Sighing sleep-talking sleive slumber sorrow stomach sweet tears Tempest thee thing thought true truth vitæ voyce waking yere age youth
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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 .