The Man Shakespeare and His Tragic Life-storyMitchell Kennerley, 1909 - 422 страници |
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... Thou art free . We ask and ask - Thou smilest and art still , Out - topping knowledge . " But alas ! the best opinion of one generation is in these matters often flat unreason to the next , and it may be that in this instance neither ...
... Thou art free . We ask and ask - Thou smilest and art still , Out - topping knowledge . " But alas ! the best opinion of one generation is in these matters often flat unreason to the next , and it may be that in this instance neither ...
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... thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight , or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet in form as palpable As that which now I draw . Mine eyes are ...
... thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight , or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet in form as palpable As that which now I draw . Mine eyes are ...
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... thou applaud the deed . Come , seeling night , Scarf up the tender eye of pityful day , And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale . " No other motive for murder is possible to ...
... thou applaud the deed . Come , seeling night , Scarf up the tender eye of pityful day , And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale . " No other motive for murder is possible to ...
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... thou art , The best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provok'st , yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more . Thou'rt not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust . Happy thou art not ; For what ...
... thou art , The best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provok'st , yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more . Thou'rt not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust . Happy thou art not ; For what ...
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... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . " 66 And Laertes says that virtue itself " cannot escape calumny . The reflection is manifestly Shakespeare's own , and here the form , too , is characteristic ...
... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . " 66 And Laertes says that virtue itself " cannot escape calumny . The reflection is manifestly Shakespeare's own , and here the form , too , is characteristic ...
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Страница 24 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!
Страница 69 - All murder'd ; for within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Страница 20 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Страница 346 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Страница 330 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Страница 118 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Страница 182 - How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record
Страница 3 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Страница 327 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Страница 24 - But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen ? I had most need of blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat.