Shakspeare's Seven Ages of Man: Or, The Progress of Human Life. Illustrated by Prose and Verse, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers. With a Brief Memoir of Shakspeare and His WritingsChiswick Press, 1834 - 252 sider |
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Side 42
... blood fell from his heart , When he left his prettie Boy , FATHER'S Sorrow , FATHER's joy ! Weepe not my wanton , smile upon my knee , When thou art old there's griefe enough for thee . The wanton smil'd , Father wept , Mother cried ...
... blood fell from his heart , When he left his prettie Boy , FATHER'S Sorrow , FATHER's joy ! Weepe not my wanton , smile upon my knee , When thou art old there's griefe enough for thee . The wanton smil'd , Father wept , Mother cried ...
Side 70
... blood thrilled through every vein , the faded memory of those enjoyments that once gave me pleasure , put on more lively colours , and a thousand gay amuse- ments filled my mind . It was not without regret that I was forsaken by this ...
... blood thrilled through every vein , the faded memory of those enjoyments that once gave me pleasure , put on more lively colours , and a thousand gay amuse- ments filled my mind . It was not without regret that I was forsaken by this ...
Side 91
... blood in every bounding vein , Alternate passions mark th ' expressive eye ; Now flashing ire , now looking calm disdain , As flitting clouds that shade the autumnal sky ! New ideas , new feelings , new passions , spring up to occupy ...
... blood in every bounding vein , Alternate passions mark th ' expressive eye ; Now flashing ire , now looking calm disdain , As flitting clouds that shade the autumnal sky ! New ideas , new feelings , new passions , spring up to occupy ...
Side 103
... blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honours , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name while VIRTUE thus we tender , Will sweetly sound where'er ' tis spoke ; And all THE GREAT ONES , they shall wonder , How they respect such little ...
... blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honours , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name while VIRTUE thus we tender , Will sweetly sound where'er ' tis spoke ; And all THE GREAT ONES , they shall wonder , How they respect such little ...
Side 122
... blood - red tresses deepening in the sun ; With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon : Restless it rolls - now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar - and at his iron feet Destruction cow'rs ...
... blood - red tresses deepening in the sun ; With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon : Restless it rolls - now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar - and at his iron feet Destruction cow'rs ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
affection arms BABE Bard beard beautiful behold Bishop of Landaff blessings blest bliss blood bosom breast Britons character charms child Childhood childish children of men Chimham circumstance dear death delight delineation divine Drake earth eternal eyes fame Father feel felicity fond genius glory grave hand happy hath heart Heaven honour hope hour human immortal Infant interesting JAQUES JOHN EVANS Julius Cæsar Justice Justice of Peace king laws life's live Lord lyre mankind melancholy mind moral MOTHER NATHAN DRAKE nature never o'er OLD AGE Pantaloon parents passion peace period pleasure poet praise Proclus racters religion rise sacred says scene SEVEN AGES SHAK SHAKSPEARE Shakspeare's shalt sighs smile Soldier sorrow soul speak SPEARE spirit Stratford sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought throne tion tomb truth virtue virtuous voice William Hazlitt wisdom wise writings youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 28 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Side 165 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Side 7 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Side 116 - Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. ' The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. ' She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
Side 98 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 207 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Side 155 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them. And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice
Side 8 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Side 4 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Side 126 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.