The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Nide 3 |
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Sivu 39
... hold , Confound themselves .— ' T is strange that death should sing ! — I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan , Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death , And from the organ - pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting ...
... hold , Confound themselves .— ' T is strange that death should sing ! — I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan , Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death , And from the organ - pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting ...
Sivu 54
... holds dear , imagine it To lie that way thougo'st , not whence thou com'st . Suppose the singing birds musicians ... hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus : Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination ...
... holds dear , imagine it To lie that way thougo'st , not whence thou com'st . Suppose the singing birds musicians ... hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus : Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination ...
Sivu 61
... Hold , take my ring . Serv . My lord , I had forgot to tell your lordship : To - day , as I came by , I called there : - But I shall grieve you to report the rest . York . What is it , knave ? Serv . An hour before I came the duchess ...
... Hold , take my ring . Serv . My lord , I had forgot to tell your lordship : To - day , as I came by , I called there : - But I shall grieve you to report the rest . York . What is it , knave ? Serv . An hour before I came the duchess ...
Sivu 70
... Hold thy peace : He that hath suffered this disordered spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : The weeds that his broad - spreading leaves did shelter , That seemed in eating him to hold him up , Are plucked up , root and ...
... Hold thy peace : He that hath suffered this disordered spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : The weeds that his broad - spreading leaves did shelter , That seemed in eating him to hold him up , Are plucked up , root and ...
Sivu 71
... hold Of Bolingbroke . Their fortunes both are weighed : In your lord's scale is nothing but himself , And some few vanities that make him light : But in the balance of great Bolingbroke , Besides himself , are all the English peers ...
... hold Of Bolingbroke . Their fortunes both are weighed : In your lord's scale is nothing but himself , And some few vanities that make him light : But in the balance of great Bolingbroke , Besides himself , are all the English peers ...
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Alarums arms art thou Bardolph bear blood Boling breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear foul France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of York Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Hastings lord of Westmorland madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pericles Pist Poins poor pray prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame shew Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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Sivu 223 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Sivu 471 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Sivu 40 - 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.
Sivu 128 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Sivu 5 - 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,...
Sivu 197 - The act 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...
Sivu 197 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...