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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... mind , and probably before his eyes , as he wrote , modifying but never changing its purpose , and we may even say its spirit , which had their origin in Bishop Bale . At what time he did this is not certain ; but it must have been ...
... mind , and probably before his eyes , as he wrote , modifying but never changing its purpose , and we may even say its spirit , which had their origin in Bishop Bale . At what time he did this is not certain ; but it must have been ...
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... mind is all as youthful as your Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit ; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust , each straw , each little rub , Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to ...
... mind is all as youthful as your Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit ; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust , each straw , each little rub , Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to ...
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... mind : But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect , Finding thee fit for bloody villany , Apt , liable to be employ'd in danger , I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death ; And thou , to be endeared to a king , Made it no conscience to ...
... mind : But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect , Finding thee fit for bloody villany , Apt , liable to be employ'd in danger , I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death ; And thou , to be endeared to a king , Made it no conscience to ...
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... mind , the which he pricks and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies , Which , in their throng and press to that last hold , 40 [ Exeunt . 10 [ Exit Bigot . Confound themselves . ' Tis strange that death should sing . I am the ...
... mind , the which he pricks and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies , Which , in their throng and press to that last hold , 40 [ Exeunt . 10 [ Exit Bigot . Confound themselves . ' Tis strange that death should sing . I am the ...
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... mind To help him to his grave immediately ! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars . Come , gentlemen , let's all go visit him : Pray God we may make haste , and come too late ! All . Amen ...
... mind To help him to his grave immediately ! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars . Come , gentlemen , let's all go visit him : Pray God we may make haste , and come too late ! All . Amen ...
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Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories ..., Թողարկում 8,Հատոր 3 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1883 |
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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!