The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volumen16J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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Selected Poems A. S. J. Tessimond. NOT. LOVE. PERHAPS. This is not Love perhaps – Love that lays down Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown – But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone: Something ...
Selected Poems A. S. J. Tessimond. NOT. LOVE. PERHAPS. This is not Love perhaps – Love that lays down Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown – But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone: Something ...
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... our life. Storms and earthquakes, winter roads, Flat days and sorrow—tiresome loads. Death and worry, this is not fun, But wait, perhaps—here comes the sun. Brian Wilson PART ONE STORIES BY BRIAN WILSON Mt Egmont (Taranaki), New.
... our life. Storms and earthquakes, winter roads, Flat days and sorrow—tiresome loads. Death and worry, this is not fun, But wait, perhaps—here comes the sun. Brian Wilson PART ONE STORIES BY BRIAN WILSON Mt Egmont (Taranaki), New.
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... perhaps , is to go to a large centre , such as Paris , Berlin or Vienna , whither large numbers repair , to take " courses , " these are generally very good , and thorough ; to one who has had much teaching experience they are apt to ...
... perhaps , is to go to a large centre , such as Paris , Berlin or Vienna , whither large numbers repair , to take " courses , " these are generally very good , and thorough ; to one who has had much teaching experience they are apt to ...
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... Perhaps they catch a glimpse of Dad doing the garden or us on our bikes, and they wish they were us and not them ... Perhaps they did. I've always found it too easy to think of perhaps to live in perhaps. The perhaps of being a Carolyn ...
... Perhaps they catch a glimpse of Dad doing the garden or us on our bikes, and they wish they were us and not them ... Perhaps they did. I've always found it too easy to think of perhaps to live in perhaps. The perhaps of being a Carolyn ...
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... perhaps . . .” is the last entry in the diary of LeRoy Wiley Gresham. It was written on June 9, 1865, by his mother Mary, just nine days before LeRoy took his last breath. Up to that point, there is no indication that the young man had ...
... perhaps . . .” is the last entry in the diary of LeRoy Wiley Gresham. It was written on June 9, 1865, by his mother Mary, just nine days before LeRoy took his last breath. Up to that point, there is no indication that the young man had ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra Aufidius bear blood Brutus Capitol CASCA Cassius Cato Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli death doth emendation enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear friends give gods hand Hanmer hath hear heart honour JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King Lear LART Lartius look lord Lucilius Lucius Macbeth MALONE Mark Antony MASON means Menenius Messala modern editors mother noble North's translation o'the Octavius old copy old translation passage peace play Plutarch pray Roman Rome SCENE second folio senate sense SERV Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sicinius signifies soldier speak speech stand STEEVENS sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast Timon of Athens Titinius tongue translation of Plutarch tribunes Troilus and Cressida Tullus unto voices Volces Volumnia WARBURTON wife word worthy wounds Сом
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Página 354 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 359 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 356 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 354 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Página 258 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 267 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried ' Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 376 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Página 358 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 378 - O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay, more : fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 271 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.