The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Časť 49,Zväzok 3 |
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Strana 7
... dead , And with your puissant arm renew their feats : You are their heir , you sit upon their throne ; The blood and courage , that renowned them , Runs in your veins ; and my thrice - puissant liege Is in the very May - morn of his ...
... dead , And with your puissant arm renew their feats : You are their heir , you sit upon their throne ; The blood and courage , that renowned them , Runs in your veins ; and my thrice - puissant liege Is in the very May - morn of his ...
Strana 19
... dead , And we must yearn therefore . Bard . ' Would , I were with him , wheresome'er he is , whether in heaven , or in hell ! * Quick . Nay , sure , he's not in hell ; he's in Arthur's bosom , if ever man went to Arthur's bosom . ' A ...
... dead , And we must yearn therefore . Bard . ' Would , I were with him , wheresome'er he is , whether in heaven , or in hell ! * Quick . Nay , sure , he's not in hell ; he's in Arthur's bosom , if ever man went to Arthur's bosom . ' A ...
Strana 22
... dead men's blood , the pining maidens ' groans , For husbands , fathers , and betrothed lovers , That shall be swallow'd in this controversy . This is his claim , his threatening , and my message ; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here ...
... dead men's blood , the pining maidens ' groans , For husbands , fathers , and betrothed lovers , That shall be swallow'd in this controversy . This is his claim , his threatening , and my message ; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here ...
Strana 23
... dead midnight , still , Guarded with grandsires , babies , and old women , Either past , or not arrived to , pith and puissance : For who is he , whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair , that will not follow These cull'd and ...
... dead midnight , still , Guarded with grandsires , babies , and old women , Either past , or not arrived to , pith and puissance : For who is he , whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair , that will not follow These cull'd and ...
Strana 24
... dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness , and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews , summon up the blood , Disguise fair nature ...
... dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness , and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews , summon up the blood , Disguise fair nature ...
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Strana 24 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 391 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Strana 265 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Strana 413 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her; truth shall nurse her; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her; She shall be loved and fear'd; her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow; good grows with her. In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the...
Strana 391 - Wol. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Strana 47 - To do our country loss; and if to, live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not, * if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But, if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strana 391 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Strana 8 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Strana 454 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Strana 24 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.