The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... the volume , he was not twenty years old ; that he was one " That twenty twelvemonths yet did never know . " Consequently , these Epigrams must have been written in 1595 . - honorable death of the hero on the field of 4 KING RICHARD III .
... the volume , he was not twenty years old ; that he was one " That twenty twelvemonths yet did never know . " Consequently , these Epigrams must have been written in 1595 . - honorable death of the hero on the field of 4 KING RICHARD III .
Strana 15
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries . Didst thou not kill this king ? Glo . I grant ye . Anne . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries . Didst thou not kill this king ? Glo . I grant ye . Anne . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
Strana 16
... Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
... Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
Strana 17
... never shed remorseful1 tear , - No , -when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland ... never sued to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my ...
... never shed remorseful1 tear , - No , -when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland ... never sued to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my ...
Strana 18
... never man was true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say , then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ...
... never man was true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say , then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ...
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Strana 201 - 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. 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 183 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Strana 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Strana 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Strana 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Strana 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Strana 204 - ... carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Strana 204 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...