Familiar Quotations ...Little, Brown & Company, 1875 - 864 strán (strany) |
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... dead man . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . Ibid . He hath indeed better bettered expectation . A very valiant trencher - man . Act i . Sc . I. Ibid . Ibid . Ibid . A skirmish of wit between them . The gentleman is not in your books . Shall I ...
... dead man . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . Ibid . He hath indeed better bettered expectation . A very valiant trencher - man . Act i . Sc . I. Ibid . Ibid . Ibid . A skirmish of wit between them . The gentleman is not in your books . Shall I ...
Strana 61
... dead bodies by , He call'd them untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . Ibid . And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth . Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And ...
... dead bodies by , He call'd them untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . Ibid . And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth . Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And ...
Strana 65
... dead bodies . No eye hath seen such scare- I'll not march through Coventry with them , that's flat : nay , and the villains march wide betwixt the legs , as if they had gyves on ; for , indeed , I had the most of them out of prison ...
... dead bodies . No eye hath seen such scare- I'll not march through Coventry with them , that's flat : nay , and the villains march wide betwixt the legs , as if they had gyves on ; for , indeed , I had the most of them out of prison ...
Strana 66
... dead . Is it insen- But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore , I'll none of it : honour is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my catechism . Act v . Sc . 1 . Two stars keep not their motion ...
... dead . Is it insen- But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore , I'll none of it : honour is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my catechism . Act v . Sc . 1 . Two stars keep not their motion ...
Strana 69
... 4 . Self - love , my liege , is not so vile a sin As self - neglecting . Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more , Or close the wall up with our English dead ! [ King Henry V. continued . In peace there ' Shakespeare . 69.
... 4 . Self - love , my liege , is not so vile a sin As self - neglecting . Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more , Or close the wall up with our English dead ! [ King Henry V. continued . In peace there ' Shakespeare . 69.
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Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace Their Sources, Passages and ... John Bartlett Úplné zobrazenie - 1882 |
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Strana 372 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Strana 112 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 117 - 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 79 - 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 240 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Strana 593 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Strana 122 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Strana 521 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Strana 121 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 520 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...