Seven Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton

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Strana 129 - This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared 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,
Strana 145 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge ! What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed] A beast, no more. * * * - . ---- I
Strana lxxxi - Lady M. * * * * * Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i* the adage] Macb. Pr'ythee, peace. I dare do all that may become
Strana 129 - land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm. England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious
Strana 114 - By what ? by any other house or person ? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance." To which Miranda returns, " 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me ]
Strana 131 - 0, how that name befits my composition ! Old Gaunt, indeed ; and gaunt in being old : Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast> And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt ? For sleeping England long time have I watched ; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt : The pleasure that some fathers feed upon Is my strict fast, I mean
Strana 26 - you children ; You owe me no subscription : then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man." King Lear, Act iii., Scene 2. Just afterwards, the
Strana 60 - Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug ! Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years ; For then she could stand alone.
Strana 64 - loving hate ! 0 anything, of nothing first created ! 0 heavy lightness ! serious vanity ! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms ! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health ! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is !
Strana lxxx - And shortly must I fell it : tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself.

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