The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 3C. Knight, 1852 |
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... shame , put up . DEMET . Not I , till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom , and , withal , Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat , That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here . a Servile , in the quarto of 1600 ; the folio ...
... shame , put up . DEMET . Not I , till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom , and , withal , Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat , That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here . a Servile , in the quarto of 1600 ; the folio ...
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... shame , be friends , and join for that you jar . " T is policy and stratagem must do That you affect , and so must you resolve That what you cannot as you would achieve You must perforce accomplish as you may : Take this of me , Lucrece ...
... shame , be friends , and join for that you jar . " T is policy and stratagem must do That you affect , and so must you resolve That what you cannot as you would achieve You must perforce accomplish as you may : Take this of me , Lucrece ...
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... shame ! And , notwithstanding all this loss of blood , As from a conduit with their issuing spouts , a Cause . So the old editions . In modern copies , case . Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face , SCENE V. ] 575 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... shame ! And , notwithstanding all this loss of blood , As from a conduit with their issuing spouts , a Cause . So the old editions . In modern copies , case . Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face , SCENE V. ] 575 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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... : Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite ; a Malone reads " good tribunes . " TRAGEDIES . - VOL . II . RR My sons ' sweet blood will make it shame and. SCENE I. - Rome . A Street . SCENE I. - Before Titus's House .
... : Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite ; a Malone reads " good tribunes . " TRAGEDIES . - VOL . II . RR My sons ' sweet blood will make it shame and. SCENE I. - Rome . A Street . SCENE I. - Before Titus's House .
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. My sons ' sweet blood will make it shame and blush . [ Ereunt Senators , Tribunes , and Prisoners . O earth , I will befriend thee more with rain , That shall distil from these two ancient ruins , Than ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. My sons ' sweet blood will make it shame and blush . [ Ereunt Senators , Tribunes , and Prisoners . O earth , I will befriend thee more with rain , That shall distil from these two ancient ruins , Than ...
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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....