The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Том 8 |
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... poor children's , though it fits a mother To show a natural care in their reliefs , Yet I'll forget myself to cool your blood : Consume it as your pleasure counsels you ; And all I wish even clemency affords ; Give me but pleasant looks ...
... poor children's , though it fits a mother To show a natural care in their reliefs , Yet I'll forget myself to cool your blood : Consume it as your pleasure counsels you ; And all I wish even clemency affords ; Give me but pleasant looks ...
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... poor children , Two here , and one at nurse ? my pretty beggars ! I see how ruin , with a palsied hand , Begins to shake this ancient seat to dust . The heavy weight of fortune draws my lids Over my dankish eyes : I can scarce see ...
... poor children , Two here , and one at nurse ? my pretty beggars ! I see how ruin , with a palsied hand , Begins to shake this ancient seat to dust . The heavy weight of fortune draws my lids Over my dankish eyes : I can scarce see ...
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... poor brother ! Bruis'd with an execution for my sake ! Mast . A bruise , indeed , makes many a mortal sore , Till the grave cure them . Re - enter the Servant with wine . Hus . Sir , I begin to you : you've chid your welcome ...
... poor brother ! Bruis'd with an execution for my sake ! Mast . A bruise , indeed , makes many a mortal sore , Till the grave cure them . Re - enter the Servant with wine . Hus . Sir , I begin to you : you've chid your welcome ...
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... poor husband's life . Heaven give my body strength , which yet is faint With much expense of blood , and I will kneel , Sue for his life , number up all my friends To plead for pardon for my dear husband's life . Mast . Was it in man to ...
... poor husband's life . Heaven give my body strength , which yet is faint With much expense of blood , and I will kneel , Sue for his life , number up all my friends To plead for pardon for my dear husband's life . Mast . Was it in man to ...
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... poor soul , she was so full of grief she had not the power to speak ; yet having eased the way with a few of sorrow's drops , she began to plead this true excuse to him , that ( like one that had lost all his senses ) had scarce ...
... poor soul , she was so full of grief she had not the power to speak ; yet having eased the way with a few of sorrow's drops , she began to plead this true excuse to him , that ( like one that had lost all his senses ) had scarce ...
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Adonis Amadine bear beauty beauty's behold bleeding blood breast breath Bremo canst Caverley cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon Enter Exeunt Exit face fair false father fear flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honour husband kill king king of Aragon KING OF VALENCIA kiss leave lips live look lord love's Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece lust master mistress Mouse Mucedorus ne'er never night old copies Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth Segasto Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare shame shepherd sight sirrah sonnet sorrow soul sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue Tremelio true unto weep wife words worth wound YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY youth
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Сторінка 202 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Сторінка 175 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?
Сторінка 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Сторінка 145 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Сторінка 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Сторінка 184 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Сторінка 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Сторінка 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.