The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Արդյունքներ 75–ի 6-ից 10-ը:
Էջ 1598
... Powers fuggeft but truth To my divining Thoughts , This pretty Lad will prove our Country's blifs . His looks are full of peaceful Majefty , His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown , His Hand to wield a Scepter , and himself Likely in ...
... Powers fuggeft but truth To my divining Thoughts , This pretty Lad will prove our Country's blifs . His looks are full of peaceful Majefty , His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown , His Hand to wield a Scepter , and himself Likely in ...
Էջ 1602
... Power that Edward hath in Field , Should not be able to encounter mine . Exe . The doubt is , that he will feduce the reft . K. Henry . That's not my fear , my meed hath got me fame : I have not stopt mine Ears to their demands , Nor ...
... Power that Edward hath in Field , Should not be able to encounter mine . Exe . The doubt is , that he will feduce the reft . K. Henry . That's not my fear , my meed hath got me fame : I have not stopt mine Ears to their demands , Nor ...
Էջ 1607
... Power , Even now we heard the News : Ah , could'ft thou fly . War . Why then I would not fly . Ah Montague , If thou be there , fweet Brother , take my Hand , And with thy Lips keep in my Soul a while . Thou lov'ft me not ; for ...
... Power , Even now we heard the News : Ah , could'ft thou fly . War . Why then I would not fly . Ah Montague , If thou be there , fweet Brother , take my Hand , And with thy Lips keep in my Soul a while . Thou lov'ft me not ; for ...
Էջ 1608
... Powers that the Queen Hath rais'd in Gallia , have arriv'd our Coaft , And , as we hear , march on to fight with us . Clar . A little Gale will foon difperfe that Cloud , And blow it to the Source from whence it came ; Thy very Beams ...
... Powers that the Queen Hath rais'd in Gallia , have arriv'd our Coaft , And , as we hear , march on to fight with us . Clar . A little Gale will foon difperfe that Cloud , And blow it to the Source from whence it came ; Thy very Beams ...
Էջ 1625
... power over his mortal Body , His Soul thou canst not have ; therefore be gone . Glo . Sweet Saint , for Charity , be not fo curft . Anne . Foul Devil ! For God's fake hence , and trouble us not , For thou haft made the happy Earth thy ...
... power over his mortal Body , His Soul thou canst not have ; therefore be gone . Glo . Sweet Saint , for Charity , be not fo curft . Anne . Foul Devil ! For God's fake hence , and trouble us not , For thou haft made the happy Earth thy ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1714 |
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Էջ 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Էջ 1774 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Էջ 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Էջ 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Էջ 1567 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Էջ 1777 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Էջ 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Էջ 1775 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Էջ 1782 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Էջ 1749 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.