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... hope , My stay , my guide and lantern to my feet . 2 Hen . VI , a . 2 , s . iii . From the world's thraldom to the joys of heaven . R. III , a . 1 , s . iv . Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ...
... hope , My stay , my guide and lantern to my feet . 2 Hen . VI , a . 2 , s . iii . From the world's thraldom to the joys of heaven . R. III , a . 1 , s . iv . Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ...
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... me . R. II , a . 5 , s . iii . I charge you , as you hope to have redemption By CHRIST's dear blood shed for our grievous sins . Take heed , for He holds vengeance in His hand R. III , a . 1 , S. iv . HIS RELIGIOUS AND MORAL SENTIMENTS .
... me . R. II , a . 5 , s . iii . I charge you , as you hope to have redemption By CHRIST's dear blood shed for our grievous sins . Take heed , for He holds vengeance in His hand R. III , a . 1 , S. iv . HIS RELIGIOUS AND MORAL SENTIMENTS .
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... hope , will succour us . 2 Hen . VI , a . 4 , s . iv . The heavens do lour upon you for some ill- Move them no more by crossing their high will . R. and J. , a . 4 , s . iv . Fears and scruples shake us . In the great hand of GOD I ...
... hope , will succour us . 2 Hen . VI , a . 4 , s . iv . The heavens do lour upon you for some ill- Move them no more by crossing their high will . R. and J. , a . 4 , s . iv . Fears and scruples shake us . In the great hand of GOD I ...
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William Shakespeare H F Goodson. Past hope and in despair , that way , past grace . Cym . , a . 1 , s . i . Oftentimes to win us to our harm ; The instruments of darkness tell us truths . Mac . , a . 1 , s . iii . I see you Have some ...
William Shakespeare H F Goodson. Past hope and in despair , that way , past grace . Cym . , a . 1 , s . i . Oftentimes to win us to our harm ; The instruments of darkness tell us truths . Mac . , a . 1 , s . iii . I see you Have some ...
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... hope I have of heavenly bliss . 3 Hen . VI , a . 3 , s . iii . Judas Maccabæus clipt is plain Judas , A'kissing traitor . Witness the loving kiss . so Judas kiss'd his master L. L. L. , a . 5 , s . ii . 52 SHAKESPEARE :
... hope I have of heavenly bliss . 3 Hen . VI , a . 3 , s . iii . Judas Maccabæus clipt is plain Judas , A'kissing traitor . Witness the loving kiss . so Judas kiss'd his master L. L. L. , a . 5 , s . ii . 52 SHAKESPEARE :
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Shakespere: His Religious and Moral Sentiments; Gems Gathered from His Writings William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1874 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
angels believed Better blessed blood bosom break charity CHRIST comfort cross crown darkness dead dear death deep divine doth dreadful dying earth earthly eternal evil fair fall father fear feel forgive friends gates gentle give glory God's gold grace grievous guard hand hath heads hearts heaven heavenly hollow holy honour hope judge keep King Henry King of kings leave light live look LORD mercy mortal murder nature never night once pardon patience peace pity poor praise pray prayers quiet Redeemer religion religious repentance satisfied seek SHAKESPEARE sing sins sleep Sorrow soul sweet Temp thee There's thing thou Thou art thou hast thoughts titles true truth Unto VIII virtue virtuous wash wicked wings wretch write
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Página 31 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 40 - I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whilst, like a puff d and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede.
Página 28 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 51 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man...
Página 41 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Página 28 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads...
Página 48 - 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 fed, without be rich...
Página 13 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Página 42 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will...
Página 40 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.