Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, Թողարկում 7,Հատոր 2 |
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... Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city . Bast . Here's a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks ...
... Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city . Bast . Here's a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks ...
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... death of faith , That need must needs infer this principle , That faith would live again by death of need . O then , tread down my need , and faith mounts up ; Keep my need up , and faith is trodden down ! K. John . The King is moved ...
... death of faith , That need must needs infer this principle , That faith would live again by death of need . O then , tread down my need , and faith mounts up ; Keep my need up , and faith is trodden down ! K. John . The King is moved ...
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... death were adjunct to my act By heaven , I would do it . K. John . Do not I know thou wouldst ? Good Hubert , Hubert , Hubert , throw thine eye On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And ...
... death were adjunct to my act By heaven , I would do it . K. John . Do not I know thou wouldst ? Good Hubert , Hubert , Hubert , throw thine eye On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And ...
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... Death , death ; O amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy ...
... Death , death ; O amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy ...
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... death . 190 200 K. John . Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears ? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death ? Thy hand hath murder'd him : I had a mighty cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . No ...
... death . 190 200 K. John . Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears ? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death ? Thy hand hath murder'd him : I had a mighty cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . No ...
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Էջ 36 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Էջ 860 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Էջ 895 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Էջ 66 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Էջ 886 - Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Էջ 736 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Էջ 342 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Էջ 872 - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Էջ 675 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Էջ 105 - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!