Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic PoetsBruce and Huntington, 1865 - 562 strán (strany) |
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Strana 15
... cause ; To give ambitious Mortimer my right , That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss , In which extreme my mind here murthered is . But what the Heavens appoint , I must obey : Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; ? Two ...
... cause ; To give ambitious Mortimer my right , That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss , In which extreme my mind here murthered is . But what the Heavens appoint , I must obey : Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; ? Two ...
Strana 19
... cause , But every joint shakes as I give it thee . Oh , if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart , Let the gift change thy mind , and save thy soul . Know that I am a king ; oh , at that name I feel a hell of grief ! Where is my crown ...
... cause , But every joint shakes as I give it thee . Oh , if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart , Let the gift change thy mind , and save thy soul . Know that I am a king ; oh , at that name I feel a hell of grief ! Where is my crown ...
Strana 26
... cause , In speaking for myself : Yet , by your gracious patience , I will a round , unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs , what charms , What conjuration , and what mighty magic ( For such proceeding I am ...
... cause , In speaking for myself : Yet , by your gracious patience , I will a round , unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs , what charms , What conjuration , and what mighty magic ( For such proceeding I am ...
Strana 29
... cause , it is the cause , my soul , - Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! - It is the cause . - Yet I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow , And smooth as monumental alabaster . Yet she must die ...
... cause , it is the cause , my soul , - Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! - It is the cause . - Yet I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow , And smooth as monumental alabaster . Yet she must die ...
Strana 34
... world shall - I will do such things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep ; — I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart 34 GOLDEN LEAVES .
... world shall - I will do such things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep ; — I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart 34 GOLDEN LEAVES .
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Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic Poets John William Stanhope Hows Úplné zobrazenie - 1867 |
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Æneids AMBLA arms art thou bear behold Bian BIANCA Blan Blanche blessed blood breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cato Cham child Collatia crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost thou doth dream Duke Duke of Milan earth Enter Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fate father fear fortune Gideon Giulio give gods grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour hour King lady Lictors live look lord Lysimachus madam Mantua Marq marriage Marsio mother murder ne'er NEARCHUS never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Pescara Philotas pity prison Pythias Ravenna revenge Seton Sfor Sforza sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword TAMERLANE tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent voice weep wouldst wretch youth
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Strana 25 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Strana 35 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
Strana 30 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Strana 19 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strana 35 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Strana 46 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Strana 29 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Strana 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 47 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Strana 18 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.