The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Հատոր 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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Արդյունքներ 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death : -- To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Cliff . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou slay me ? Cliff . Thy father hath . Rut ...
... Hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death : -- To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Cliff . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou slay me ? Cliff . Thy father hath . Rut ...
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... Hands on York , who struggles . Cliff . Ay , ay , so strives the woodcock with the gin . North . So doth the coney struggle in the net . [ York is taken Prisoner ... hand.- What ! was it you , that would be England's 16 ACT 1 . THIRD PART OF.
... Hands on York , who struggles . Cliff . Ay , ay , so strives the woodcock with the gin . North . So doth the coney struggle in the net . [ York is taken Prisoner ... hand.- What ! was it you , that would be England's 16 ACT 1 . THIRD PART OF.
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... hands , whilst 1 do set it on.— [ Putting a Paper Crown upon his Head . Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king ! Ay , this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he was his adopted heir.- But how is it , that great ...
... hands , whilst 1 do set it on.— [ Putting a Paper Crown upon his Head . Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king ! Ay , this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he was his adopted heir.- But how is it , that great ...
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... hand ! — Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the world ; My soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his ...
... hand ! — Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the world ; My soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his ...
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... hand to hand , he would have vanquish'd thee ! — Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , O ...
... hand to hand , he would have vanquish'd thee ! — Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , O ...
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Էջ 56 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Էջ 53 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Էջ 84 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Էջ 53 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Էջ 48 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Էջ 49 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Էջ 93 - Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Էջ 9 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Էջ 19 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...
Էջ 104 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.