You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your... King Henry VIII. Coriolanus - Сторінка 96автори: William Shakespeare - 1788Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2001 - 528 стор.
...glorious achievement of scientific genius upon record, than Kepler's guesses, prophecies, and ulti* " You common cry of .curs !. whose breath I hate As...banish you ; And here remain with your uncertainty !" Act iii. sc. 3. f Galileo Galilei was born at Pisa, on the 15th of February, 1564. John Kepler was... | |
| Kenneth Gross - 2001 - 304 стор.
...the city an image of its present desolation: You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o'th 'rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses...banish you! And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2001 - 778 стор.
...breaths' (Act II, sc. i.). When Coriolanus is banished by the people he turns upon them with the outburst: 'You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek...o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcases of unburied men That do corrupt my air' (Act III, sc. iii.). When old Menenius, Coriolanus's... | |
| Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 стор.
...mismo entre los volscos que entre los 1. Yon common cry of cursi whose breath I hate /As reek o' th' rotten fens, whose loves I prize / As the dead carcasses...of unburied men / That do corrupt my air: I banish youl / And here remain with your uncertaintyl / Let every feeble rumour shake your heartsl / Your enemies,... | |
| George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 стор.
...unhealth. Which almost neurotic vision is, like Hamlet's, the measure of his own spiritual disease : You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek...banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into... | |
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