The Theatre: Three Thousand Years of Drama, Acting and StagecraftLongman's Green and Company, 1929 - 558 σελίδες |
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Theatre: Three Thousand Years of Drama, Acting and Stagecraft Sheldon Cheney Πλήρης προβολή - 1929 |
The Theatre: Three Thousand Years of Drama, Acting and Stagecraft Sheldon Cheney Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1958 |
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Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 279 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them ? To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep...
Σελίδα 278 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Σελίδα 28 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Σελίδα 279 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: aye there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Σελίδα 277 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Σελίδα 279 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Σελίδα 29 - Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it ; Let a cloud dwell upon it ; Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
Σελίδα 278 - O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword ; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form...
Σελίδα 279 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Σελίδα 278 - The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...