The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Частина 51,Том 5 |
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... thoughts the king * Wife , partner . + Accounted . Pointing to the palace gate at Antioch , on which the heads of these unfortunate wights were fixed . Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face 4 PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . [ ACT 1 .
... thoughts the king * Wife , partner . + Accounted . Pointing to the palace gate at Antioch , on which the heads of these unfortunate wights were fixed . Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face 4 PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . [ ACT 1 .
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... , I wish thee happiness Per . Like a bold champion , I assume the lists , * Companion of her mildness . + Experiment , riddle . Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness , SCENE 1. ] PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . 6.
... , I wish thee happiness Per . Like a bold champion , I assume the lists , * Companion of her mildness . + Experiment , riddle . Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness , SCENE 1. ] PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . 6.
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William Shakespeare William Hazlitt. Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads ... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a ...
William Shakespeare William Hazlitt. Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads ... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a ...
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... thought offence : Which care of them , not pity of myself ( Who am no more but as the tops of trees , Which fence the roots they grow by , and ' defend them ) , Makes both my body pine , and soul to languish , And punish that before ...
... thought offence : Which care of them , not pity of myself ( Who am no more but as the tops of trees , Which fence the roots they grow by , and ' defend them ) , Makes both my body pine , and soul to languish , And punish that before ...
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... thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel . Well , my lord , since you have given me leave to speak , Freely I'll speak . Antiochus you fear , And justly too , I think , you fear the tyrant , Who either by public war , or private ...
... thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel . Well , my lord , since you have given me leave to speak , Freely I'll speak . Antiochus you fear , And justly too , I think , you fear the tyrant , Who either by public war , or private ...
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Сторінка 464 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 489 - ... ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 489 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Сторінка 502 - not you.' ,CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be...
Сторінка 473 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Сторінка 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Сторінка 497 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Сторінка 486 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Сторінка 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy...
Сторінка 503 - Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And...