The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Parte 51,Volume 5 |
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... hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night ( The tomb where grief should sleep ) , can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems ...
... hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night ( The tomb where grief should sleep ) , can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems ...
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... hours Shake off the golden slumber of repose . It is most strange , Nature should be so conversant with pain , Being thereto not compell'd Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning § were endowments greater Than nobleness and riches ...
... hours Shake off the golden slumber of repose . It is most strange , Nature should be so conversant with pain , Being thereto not compell'd Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning § were endowments greater Than nobleness and riches ...
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... hours , And yet the fire of life kindle again The overpressed spirits . I have heard Of an Egyptian , had nine hours lien dead , By good appliance was recovered . Enter a SERVANT , with boxes , napkins , and fire . Well said , well said ...
... hours , And yet the fire of life kindle again The overpressed spirits . I have heard Of an Egyptian , had nine hours lien dead , By good appliance was recovered . Enter a SERVANT , with boxes , napkins , and fire . Well said , well said ...
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... hour , Leonine , at the least ; Remember what I have said . Leon . I warrant you , madam . Dion . I'll leave you , my sweet lady , for a while ; Pray you walk softly , do not heat your blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar ...
... hour , Leonine , at the least ; Remember what I have said . Leon . I warrant you , madam . Dion . I'll leave you , my sweet lady , for a while ; Pray you walk softly , do not heat your blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar ...
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... hour , with his sharp battle - axe . From thence upon the stronds of Albion To Corus ' haven happily we came , And quell'd the giants , come of Albion's race , With Gogmagog , son to Samotheus , The cursed captain of that damned crew ...
... hour , with his sharp battle - axe . From thence upon the stronds of Albion To Corus ' haven happily we came , And quell'd the giants , come of Albion's race , With Gogmagog , son to Samotheus , The cursed captain of that damned crew ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY
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Página 464 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 489 - ... 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 489 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Página 502 - not you.' ,CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be...
Página 473 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Página 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Página 497 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Página 486 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Página 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy...
Página 503 - Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And...