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Wishing clocks more swift P Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? And all eyes blind
With ... and web is the cataract in an early stage. 2 i.e. one hour. 3 The old copy
reads, “her medal.” 1 “Bespice a cup.” So in Chapman's Translation of the SC. II.
Wishing clocks more swift P Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? And all eyes blind
With ... and web is the cataract in an early stage. 2 i.e. one hour. 3 The old copy
reads, “her medal.” 1 “Bespice a cup.” So in Chapman's Translation of the SC. II.
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Please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away. [Exeunt. ACT II.
SCENE I. The same. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the
boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord
, ...
Please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away. [Exeunt. ACT II.
SCENE I. The same. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the
boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord
, ...
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Within this hour bring me word, 'tis done, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy
life, With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my
wrath, say so; The bastard brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out.
Within this hour bring me word, 'tis done, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy
life, With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my
wrath, say so; The bastard brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out.
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Leon. No, I'll not rear Another's issue. 1 Attend. Please your highness, posts,
From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since. Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. 1 Lord.
Leon. No, I'll not rear Another's issue. 1 Attend. Please your highness, posts,
From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since. Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. 1 Lord.
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... power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm
custom. Let me pass The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, Or what is now
received. I witness to The times that brought them in ; so shall I do To the freshest
things ...
... power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm
custom. Let me pass The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, Or what is now
received. I witness to The times that brought them in ; so shall I do To the freshest
things ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.