The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Արդյունքներ 68–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... doth minifter . K. Henry . Her fight did ravish , but her grace in speech , Her words yclad with wifdom's majesty , Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys , Such is the fulness of my heart's content , Lords , with one cheerful voice ...
... doth minifter . K. Henry . Her fight did ravish , but her grace in speech , Her words yclad with wifdom's majesty , Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys , Such is the fulness of my heart's content , Lords , with one cheerful voice ...
Էջ 9
... doth trouble you . Rancour will out , proud Prelate ; in thy face I fee thy fury : if I longer stay , We fhall begin our ancient bickerings . Lordings , farewel , and say when I am gone , I prophefy'd , France will be loft ere long ...
... doth trouble you . Rancour will out , proud Prelate ; in thy face I fee thy fury : if I longer stay , We fhall begin our ancient bickerings . Lordings , farewel , and say when I am gone , I prophefy'd , France will be loft ere long ...
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... doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd ...
... doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd ...
Էջ 13
... doth bode , God knows . Elean . Tut , this was nothing but an argument That he that breaks a stick of Glo'fter's grove , Shall lofe his head for his prefumption . But lift to me , my Humphry , my fweet Duke : Methought I fat in feat of ...
... doth bode , God knows . Elean . Tut , this was nothing but an argument That he that breaks a stick of Glo'fter's grove , Shall lofe his head for his prefumption . But lift to me , my Humphry , my fweet Duke : Methought I fat in feat of ...
Էջ 20
... Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K. Henry . What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tell me , what are these ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man That doth accuse his mafter of high treafon : His words were thefe ; that ...
... Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K. Henry . What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tell me , what are these ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man That doth accuse his mafter of high treafon : His words were thefe ; that ...
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Էջ 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Էջ 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Էջ 304 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Էջ 176 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Էջ 122 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Էջ 170 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Էջ 122 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Էջ 331 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Էջ 330 - 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 332 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes...