Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human MindF. Bell, 1851 - 418 pages |
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... Break up their drowsy grave , and newly move With casted slough , and fresh legerity . H. V. iii . 1 . In poison there is physic ; and these news Having been well , that would have made me sick ; Being sick , have in some measure made ...
... Break up their drowsy grave , and newly move With casted slough , and fresh legerity . H. V. iii . 1 . In poison there is physic ; and these news Having been well , that would have made me sick ; Being sick , have in some measure made ...
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... break into this woman's mood . H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . Now , by the ground that I am banish'd from , Well could I curse away a winter's night , ANGER , -continued . Though standing naked on a mountain 17 • 2 AMB ANG Shakespearian ...
... break into this woman's mood . H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . Now , by the ground that I am banish'd from , Well could I curse away a winter's night , ANGER , -continued . Though standing naked on a mountain 17 • 2 AMB ANG Shakespearian ...
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... break , Should I not curse them . Poison be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintiest that they taste ! Their sweetest shade , a grove of cypress trees ! Their chiefest prospect , murd'ring basilisks ! Their softest touch ...
... break , Should I not curse them . Poison be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintiest that they taste ! Their sweetest shade , a grove of cypress trees ! Their chiefest prospect , murd'ring basilisks ! Their softest touch ...
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... breaks within the east . And yon grey lines that fret the clouds , Are messengers of day . T. N. iv . 2 . O. i . 1 . H.V. iv . chorus . R. III . v . 3 . J.C. ii . 1 . This morning , like the spirit of youth That means to be of note ...
... breaks within the east . And yon grey lines that fret the clouds , Are messengers of day . T. N. iv . 2 . O. i . 1 . H.V. iv . chorus . R. III . v . 3 . J.C. ii . 1 . This morning , like the spirit of youth That means to be of note ...
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... break winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort . [ Enter Falconbridge . O cousin , thou art come to set mine eye : The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd ; And all the ...
... break winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort . [ Enter Falconbridge . O cousin , thou art come to set mine eye : The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd ; And all the ...
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A. W. ii art thou bear blood blows breath Cæsar cheeks coward crown dead death deed devil dost doth ears earth eyes fair fault fear fire fool fortune friends gentle give grace grief H.IV H.V. iv H.VI H.VIII hand hang hath hear heart heaven hell honest honour Julius Cæsar K. L. iv king knave live look lord lov'd M. M. ii men's mock moon nature ne'er never night noble o'er oath peace pity Poems poor praise prince R. J. ii rich Shakespeare shame sighs sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand strange swear sweet sword T. N. iii T.C. ii tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true valour VIII vile villain virtue W.T. iv weep wind words youth
Popular passages
Page 102 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 27 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 13 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 11 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Page 336 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 158 - 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 247 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 158 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 224 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 123 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.