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Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, Than the queen's life P a gracious,
innocent soul; More free,” than he is jealous. Ant. That's enough. 1 Attend.
Madam, he hath not slept. 1 Blank and level mean mark and aim, or direction.
They are ...
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, Than the queen's life P a gracious,
innocent soul; More free,” than he is jealous. Ant. That's enough. 1 Attend.
Madam, he hath not slept. 1 Blank and level mean mark and aim, or direction.
They are ...
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As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,_ On thy soul's peril
, and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place," Where
chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up. Ant. I swear to do this, though a present ...
As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,_ On thy soul's peril
, and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place," Where
chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up. Ant. I swear to do this, though a present ...
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O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls' Sometimes to see 'em, and not to see '
em : now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed. 1
This is from the novel. It is there said to be “sea ivie, on which they do greatly feed
.
O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls' Sometimes to see 'em, and not to see '
em : now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed. 1
This is from the novel. It is there said to be “sea ivie, on which they do greatly feed
.
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But to make an end of the ship, —To see how the sea flap-dragoned it:—but, first,
how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; —and how the poor
gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, ...
But to make an end of the ship, —To see how the sea flap-dragoned it:—but, first,
how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; —and how the poor
gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, ...
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Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have
these off. Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes
I have received ; which are mighty ones and millions. Clo. Alas, poor man! a
million ...
Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have
these off. Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes
I have received ; which are mighty ones and millions. Clo. Alas, poor man! a
million ...
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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.