The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Հատոր 4C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Արդյունքներ 23–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... whose way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new - infpir'd , And thus expiring , do foretel of him , His rafh , fierce blaze of riot cannot laft ; For ...
... whose way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new - infpir'd , And thus expiring , do foretel of him , His rafh , fierce blaze of riot cannot laft ; For ...
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... Whose rocky fhore beats back the envious fiege Of watry Neptune , is bound in with shame , With inky blots , and rotten parchment - bonds . That England , that was wont to conquer others , Hath made a fhameful conqueft of itfelf . Ah ...
... Whose rocky fhore beats back the envious fiege Of watry Neptune , is bound in with shame , With inky blots , and rotten parchment - bonds . That England , that was wont to conquer others , Hath made a fhameful conqueft of itfelf . Ah ...
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... Whose - compass is no bigger than thy head , And yet ingaged in fo fmall a verge , Thy wafte is no whit leffer than thy land . Oh , had thy grandfire , with a prophet's eye , Seen how his fon's fon fhould deftroy his fons ; From forth ...
... Whose - compass is no bigger than thy head , And yet ingaged in fo fmall a verge , Thy wafte is no whit leffer than thy land . Oh , had thy grandfire , with a prophet's eye , Seen how his fon's fon fhould deftroy his fons ; From forth ...
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... Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy Sovereign's enemies . Mock not my fenfelefs conjuration , Lords : This earth fhall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed foldiers , ere her native King Shall faulter ...
... Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy Sovereign's enemies . Mock not my fenfelefs conjuration , Lords : This earth fhall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed foldiers , ere her native King Shall faulter ...
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... whose blessed cross We are impreffed , and engag'd to fight ) Forthwith a power of English fhall we leavy ; Whofe arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb , To chafe thefe pagans , in thofe holy fields Over whofe acres walk'd those ...
... whose blessed cross We are impreffed , and engag'd to fight ) Forthwith a power of English fhall we leavy ; Whofe arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb , To chafe thefe pagans , in thofe holy fields Over whofe acres walk'd those ...
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Էջ 92 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Էջ 228 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Էջ 369 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Էջ 237 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Էջ 139 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Էջ 296 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Էջ 229 - 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 296 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Էջ 161 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Էջ 321 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.