Old Times and New: Or, A Few Raps Over the Knuckles of the Present Agepublishers, 1846 - 93 стор. |
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Сторінка 47 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Сторінка 47 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this?
Сторінка 65 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here...
Сторінка 47 - Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again ! What may this mean, That thou, dead corse...
Сторінка 43 - I'll stab thee. Fal. I call thee coward? I'll see thee gibbeted ere I call thee coward : but I would give a thousand pounds I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back : call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack.
Сторінка 88 - Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile.