The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 4Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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Pagina 9
... stands ' flower - like among her flowers ' like Perdita , and reads the poisonous tenderness of a jealous foster - mother , like Imogen . The meeting of Pericles with Thaisa and with Marina is drawn with as profound a feeling for joy as ...
... stands ' flower - like among her flowers ' like Perdita , and reads the poisonous tenderness of a jealous foster - mother , like Imogen . The meeting of Pericles with Thaisa and with Marina is drawn with as profound a feeling for joy as ...
Pagina 10
... stands , any more than the Pericles story as a whole , the dramatic substance , the backbone , of Shakespeare's most ' romantic ' plots . It is like The Winter's Tale divested of the tragedy of Hermione . The most critical moment of ...
... stands , any more than the Pericles story as a whole , the dramatic substance , the backbone , of Shakespeare's most ' romantic ' plots . It is like The Winter's Tale divested of the tragedy of Hermione . The most critical moment of ...
Pagina 17
... stands this fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : 6. Bring in our daughter . Qq and Ff prefix Music ' to these words , as a part of the speech . Malone ...
... stands this fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : 6. Bring in our daughter . Qq and Ff prefix Music ' to these words , as a part of the speech . Malone ...
Pagina 18
... stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on death's net , whom none resist . Per . Antiochus , I thank thee , who hath taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful ...
... stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on death's net , whom none resist . Per . Antiochus , I thank thee , who hath taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful ...
Pagina 31
... stands a lord , and there a lady weeping ; Here many sink , yet those which see them fall Have scarce strength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it . Cle . O , let those cities ...
... stands a lord , and there a lady weeping ; Here many sink , yet those which see them fall Have scarce strength left to give them burial . Is not this true ? Dio . Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it . Cle . O , let those cities ...
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Ariel Autolycus Bawd Belarius beseech Bohemia Boult brother Caliban Camillo CLEON Cloten court Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS father fear Fish Gent gentleman give gods grace Guiderius hath hear heart heaven Helicanus Hermione honour Iach Iachimo Imogen king knight lady Leon Leontes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marina master mistress monster Mytilene never noble Pandosto Paul Paulina Pentapolis Perdita Pericles Pisanio play Polixenes Post Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre prithee Pros Prospero queen Re-enter Roman SCENE Shakespeare shalt Shep Sicilia Skirgiello speak strange swear sweet Sycorax tell Tempest Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Trin Trinculo Tyre wife Winter's Tale word
Brani popolari
Pagina 467 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Pagina 216 - 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.
Pagina 462 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Pagina 482 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck 'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em...
Pagina 482 - 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...
Pagina 483 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...
Pagina 427 - You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language ! Pros.
Pagina 347 - 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.
Pagina 487 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in 't ! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.
Pagina 214 - With fairest flowers. Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...