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... Stand in the plague of cuftom , and permit The courtefy of nations to deprive me , For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bafard ? wherefore baje ? When my dimenfions are as well compact , My mind as gen ...
... Stand in the plague of cuftom , and permit The courtefy of nations to deprive me , For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bafard ? wherefore baje ? When my dimenfions are as well compact , My mind as gen ...
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... stand a tip - toe when this day is named , And roufe him at the name of Crifpian ; He that shall live this day , and fee old - age , Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbours , And fay , To - morrow is St. Crifpian ; Then will he ...
... stand a tip - toe when this day is named , And roufe him at the name of Crifpian ; He that shall live this day , and fee old - age , Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbours , And fay , To - morrow is St. Crifpian ; Then will he ...
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... stand the buffet With knaves that fmell of fweat ; fay this becomes him ; As his compofure must be rare , indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ; yet must Antony No way excufe his foils , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
... stand the buffet With knaves that fmell of fweat ; fay this becomes him ; As his compofure must be rare , indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ; yet must Antony No way excufe his foils , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
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... stand ; Their favage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the fweet power of mufic . Therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , ftones , and floods ; Since nought fo ftockish , hard , and full of rage , But mufic for the time ...
... stand ; Their favage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the fweet power of mufic . Therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , ftones , and floods ; Since nought fo ftockish , hard , and full of rage , But mufic for the time ...
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... stand with his hammer , thus , The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool , With open mouth fwallowing a taylor's news ; Who , with his fhears and measure in his hand , Standing on flippers , which his nimble hafte Had falfely thruft ...
... stand with his hammer , thus , The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool , With open mouth fwallowing a taylor's news ; Who , with his fhears and measure in his hand , Standing on flippers , which his nimble hafte Had falfely thruft ...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1783 |
The Beauties of Shakespeare; Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1783 |
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againſt Antony Antony and Cleopatra Apem blood Brutus Caffius Clown Coriolanus Cymbeline death deed doft thou doth Duke Exeunt eyes falfe father fear feem fhall fhew fhould firft fleep fmile fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fweet fword Gentlemen of Verona Ghoft give grace Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry IV himſelf honour Iago Ibid Ifab itſelf Julius Cæfar King Henry King Lear King Richard King Richard III Lady Lear look Lord Macb Macbeth Meaſure Merchant of Venice moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf never night noble Othello pleaſe Pleb poor Prince purpoſe reafon Romeo ſhall ſhe ſpeak tears tell thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens tongue uſe whofe Winter's Tale yourſelf
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Сторінка 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Сторінка 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Сторінка 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 137 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Сторінка 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Сторінка 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Сторінка 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Сторінка 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Сторінка 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Сторінка 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.