The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Volúmenes9-10Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart ...
... thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart ...
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... things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought , Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp , Tidings , as swiftly as the posts could run , Were brought me of your loss and his depart . I , then in London ...
... things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought , Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp , Tidings , as swiftly as the posts could run , Were brought me of your loss and his depart . I , then in London ...
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... things ill - got had ever bad success ? 3 And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to Hell ? 4 I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is ...
... things ill - got had ever bad success ? 3 And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to Hell ? 4 I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is ...
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... thing is right . Rich . Whoever got thee , there thy mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stígmatic , 11 Mark'd by the ...
... thing is right . Rich . Whoever got thee , there thy mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stígmatic , 11 Mark'd by the ...
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... Holland's Livy : " The consull for his part forslowed not to come to hand - fight , the onely thing he sought for in threatening to give assault . " Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee 46 ACT II . THE THIRD PART OF.
... Holland's Livy : " The consull for his part forslowed not to come to hand - fight , the onely thing he sought for in threatening to give assault . " Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee 46 ACT II . THE THIRD PART OF.
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Página 194 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 108 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 48 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 163 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Página 61 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 174 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Página 279 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Página 228 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Ri'chard : no man cried, God save him...
Página 67 - I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Página 195 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...