Masterpieces of English Literature: Being Typical Selections of British and American Authorship, from Shakespeare to the Present TimeHarper & brothers, 1880 - 638 էջ |
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... looks out from thy watch - tower , love whispers in at thy lattice , While o'er thy bastions wit flashes its glittering sword . 6. Not by corruption rotted , nor slowly by ages degraded , Have the sharp consonants gone crumbling away ...
... looks out from thy watch - tower , love whispers in at thy lattice , While o'er thy bastions wit flashes its glittering sword . 6. Not by corruption rotted , nor slowly by ages degraded , Have the sharp consonants gone crumbling away ...
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... Look ! in this place ran Cassius ' dagger through . See what a rent the envious Casca made ! Through this the well - belovéd Brutus stabbed ; And as he plucked his curséd steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it , As rushing ...
... Look ! in this place ran Cassius ' dagger through . See what a rent the envious Casca made ! Through this the well - belovéd Brutus stabbed ; And as he plucked his curséd steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it , As rushing ...
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... Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O woful day ! Fourth Citizen . O traitors , villains ! First Citizen . O most ...
... Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O woful day ! Fourth Citizen . O traitors , villains ! First Citizen . O most ...
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... look upon the bond . Shylock . Here ' tis , most reverend doctor , here it is . Portia . Shylock , there's thrice thy money offered thee . Shylock . An oath , an oath , I have an oath in heaven . 23 155 160 165 170 175 180 155. that ...
... look upon the bond . Shylock . Here ' tis , most reverend doctor , here it is . Portia . Shylock , there's thrice thy money offered thee . Shylock . An oath , an oath , I have an oath in heaven . 23 155 160 165 170 175 180 155. that ...
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... looks ! Portia . Therefore lay bare your bosom . Shylock . Ay , his breast : So says the bond — doth it not , noble judge ? — " Nearest his heart : " those are the very words . Portia . It is so . Are there balance here to weigh The ...
... looks ! Portia . Therefore lay bare your bosom . Shylock . Ay , his breast : So says the bond — doth it not , noble judge ? — " Nearest his heart : " those are the very words . Portia . It is so . Are there balance here to weigh The ...
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Էջ 345 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Էջ 296 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Էջ 215 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Էջ 517 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. [The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Էջ 50 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 11 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet; 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament — Which pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, ' Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Էջ 503 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Էջ 293 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou child of joy...
Էջ 321 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Էջ 202 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.