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" Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,... "
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators - Страница 337
по William Shakespeare - 1806
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Analysis of the Principles of Rhetorical Delivery: As Applied to Reading and ...

Ebenezer Porter - 1830 - 404 страници
...respect, 30 Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I Ifve with bread like you. feel want, taste grief, Need...Subjected thus, How can you say to me — I am a king ? Shakspeare. 74. Reproof of the Irish Bishops. paring them with the pope, or contrasting them with...

The Dramatic Works, Том 1

William Shakespeare - 1831
...and — farewell king ! Cover your I,' sil.-, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn revtrunce ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious...me — I am a king ? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er vail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth...

The Tourist in Italy, Том 1

Thomas Roscoe - 1831 - 271 страници
...impregnable ; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle-wall, and — farewell king Cover your heads, and mock not...bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends ! — SHAKSPEARE. The procession was closed by the legions who had won the victory — their helmets...

The Tourist in Italy, Том 1

Thomas Roscoe - 1831 - 271 страници
...humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle-wall, and—farewell king Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood...with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends!—SHAKSPEARE. The procession was closed by the legions who had won the victory—their helmets...

The Dramatic Works, Том 1

William Shakespeare - 1831 - 504 страници
...reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, farm, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me Ml this while : I live with bread like you, feel want,...How can you say to me — I am a king? Car. My lord, wi»e men ne'er wail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ...

William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1064 страници
...Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through woes, ») But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,...

Sacred, Biography: Or The History of Patriarchs. To which is Added, the ...

Henry Hunter - 1834 - 596 страници
...country, addressing himself to his few wretched attendants, the poor remains of his departed state : rom the deail, bave but mistook me all this while : I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends...

Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1

William Shakespeare - 1836
...buried. The verb is not peculiar to Shakspeare. Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king ! Cover your...blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition,1 form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from ..., Том 1

William Shakespeare - 1837 - 466 страници
...Bores through nia castle wall, and — farewell king! Cover your head?, and mock not flesh ojid blooa With solemn reverence ¡ .throw away respect, Tradition,...duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I lire with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends :— Subjected thus, How can you say...

The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of ...

Jesse Olney - 1838 - 336 страници
...Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king ! 4. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...Subjected thus, How can you say to me — I am a king ? LESSON CXLV. Dark?iess. — BYRON. 1. I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was...




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