The Borderers: A Tale, Հատոր 2Henry Colburn and Richard Bentley, 1829 |
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Էջ 18 - There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Ham. Why, right; you are in the right ; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: You, as your business, and desire, shall point you; — For every man...
Էջ 179 - You have ; I knew it would be your answer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it ; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity.
Էջ 210 - I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities : but I have That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown...
Էջ 126 - Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips.
Էջ 242 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Էջ 67 - Thou mild, sad mother, waning moon, Thy last, low, melancholy ray Shines towards him. — Quit him not so soon! Mother, in mercy, stay ! Despair and death are with him ; and canst thou, With that kind, earthward look, go leave him now ? O, thou wast born for things of love ; Making more lovely in thy shine Whate'er thou look'st on.