The English of Shakespeare: Illustrated in a Philological Commentary on His Julius CaesarE. Ginn, 1869 - 386 страници |
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... For information address: iUniverse, Inc. 2021 Pine Lake Road, Suite 100 Lincoln, NE 68512 WWW.iuniverse.c0m ISBN: 0-595-27324-6 Printed in the United States of America To my mot/yer, my bestfiimd, my muse'. Contenta Perhaps Next.
... For information address: iUniverse, Inc. 2021 Pine Lake Road, Suite 100 Lincoln, NE 68512 WWW.iuniverse.c0m ISBN: 0-595-27324-6 Printed in the United States of America To my mot/yer, my bestfiimd, my muse'. Contenta Perhaps Next.
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... Perhaps that's the reason i've divided this collection of poems into halves. But, the line separating the sections is porous or at least permiable...single words, stanzas, images, even entire poems moving back and forth between the ...
... Perhaps that's the reason i've divided this collection of poems into halves. But, the line separating the sections is porous or at least permiable...single words, stanzas, images, even entire poems moving back and forth between the ...
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... perhaps the suffering and loneliness I encounter are doorways to my awareness to look more within than without, and to become selfless. As I worked with courage in the most difficult life situations across the world, I also learned to ...
... perhaps the suffering and loneliness I encounter are doorways to my awareness to look more within than without, and to become selfless. As I worked with courage in the most difficult life situations across the world, I also learned to ...
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... perhaps we shall understand it , like so many other things , when we are older . Great troubles followed on the death of Huss . Bohemia was divided into three parties , who fought against each other . Castles were sacked , and noble ...
... perhaps we shall understand it , like so many other things , when we are older . Great troubles followed on the death of Huss . Bohemia was divided into three parties , who fought against each other . Castles were sacked , and noble ...
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Selected Poems A. S. J. Tessimond. NOT. LOVE. PERHAPS. This is not Love perhaps – Love that lays down Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown – But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone: Something ...
Selected Poems A. S. J. Tessimond. NOT. LOVE. PERHAPS. This is not Love perhaps – Love that lays down Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown – But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone: Something ...
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Страница 100 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Страница 275 - And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Страница 65 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great?
Страница 99 - If any. speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Страница 102 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent That day he overcame the Nervii :l — Look ! in this place ran Cassius...
Страница 72 - I know where I will wear this dagger then ; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong ; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat : Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit ; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Страница 223 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 110 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Страница 244 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Страница 97 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.