Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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... hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ; Who , when they see the hours ripe on earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ...
... hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ; Who , when they see the hours ripe on earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ...
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... hand and murder's bloody axe . Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine : that bed , that womb , That metal , that self - mould , that fashion'd thee Made him a man ; and though thou liv'st and breath'st , Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost ...
... hand and murder's bloody axe . Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine : that bed , that womb , That metal , that self - mould , that fashion'd thee Made him a man ; and though thou liv'st and breath'st , Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost ...
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... hand , And bow my knee before his majesty : For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty ...
... hand , And bow my knee before his majesty : For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty ...
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... hands . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must forego ; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp , Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , 16 Аст І KING ...
... hands . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must forego ; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp , Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , 16 Аст І KING ...
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... hands . That knows no touch to tune the harmony : Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue , Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips ; And dull , unfeeling , barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me . I am too old to ...
... hands . That knows no touch to tune the harmony : Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue , Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips ; And dull , unfeeling , barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me . I am too old to ...
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Էջ 230 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 44 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene...
Էջ 128 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Էջ 79 - Ha, ha ! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Էջ 43 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Էջ 168 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Էջ 230 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Էջ 124 - I turn upon the true prince ? why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was now a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Էջ 14 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? " Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic k summer's heat?
Էջ 156 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.