The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 3C. Knight, 1852 |
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... eyes , of ears : The woods are ruthless , dreadful , deaf , and dull : There speak , and strike , brave boys , and take your turns . There serve your lust , shadow'd from heaven's eye , And revel in Lavinia's treasury . CHI . Thy ...
... eyes , of ears : The woods are ruthless , dreadful , deaf , and dull : There speak , and strike , brave boys , and take your turns . There serve your lust , shadow'd from heaven's eye , And revel in Lavinia's treasury . CHI . Thy ...
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... eye with sight made heart lament . AARON . [ Aside . ] Now will I fetch the king to find them here , That he thereby may have a likely guess , How these were they that made away his brother . MART . Why dost not comfort me and help me ...
... eye with sight made heart lament . AARON . [ Aside . ] Now will I fetch the king to find them here , That he thereby may have a likely guess , How these were they that made away his brother . MART . Why dost not comfort me and help me ...
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... eye : One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with thee ; Oh , could our mourning ease thy misery ! a So the folio . The quarto of 1600 ...
... eye : One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with thee ; Oh , could our mourning ease thy misery ! a So the folio . The quarto of 1600 ...
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... eyes : Now is a time to storm ; why art thou still ? TIT . Ha , ha , ha ! MARC . Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour . TIT . Why , I have not another tear to shed : Besides , this sorrow is an enemy , And would usurp upon ...
... eyes : Now is a time to storm ; why art thou still ? TIT . Ha , ha , ha ! MARC . Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour . TIT . Why , I have not another tear to shed : Besides , this sorrow is an enemy , And would usurp upon ...
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... eyes are a cloy'd with view of tyranny : A deed of death , done on the innocent , Becomes not Titus ' brother : Get thee gone ; I see thou art not for my company . MARC . Alas , my lord , I have but kill'd a fly . TIT . But how , if ...
... eyes are a cloy'd with view of tyranny : A deed of death , done on the innocent , Becomes not Titus ' brother : Get thee gone ; I see thou art not for my company . MARC . Alas , my lord , I have but kill'd a fly . TIT . But how , if ...
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A. L. iii AARON Adonis Andronicus Bassianus BAWD bear beauty behold blood BOULT cheeks Collatine Coriolanus daughter dead dear death deed DEMET DIONYZA dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt eyes F. P. ii face fair father fear folio foul gentle give Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour king kiss Lavinia live look lord love's Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS M. M. ii Malone MARC Marcus Marina mistress ne'er never night noble North's Plutarch old copies Passionate Pilgrim Pericles poem poor praise prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth Rome Saturnine SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shame sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora Tarquin tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Tyre unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt wind word
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Страница 151 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 134 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 149 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Страница 129 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Страница 148 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Страница 148 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all.
Страница 22 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Страница 110 - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment ; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
Страница 144 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Страница 126 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....