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Сторінка 157 - But to my mind, — though I am native here, And to the manner born, — it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Сторінка 162 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Сторінка 154 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Сторінка 116 - Foley," turning to the captain, "I have only one eye, — I have a right to be blind sometimes...
Сторінка 259 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Сторінка 262 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end both at the first, and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Сторінка 161 - tis too true; How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden!
Сторінка 546 - A state of things so ordered would be in perfect harmony with the moral law. Under it all men would be equally landlords ; all men would be alike free to become tenants.