The Plays of Shakspeare, 1 tomasHurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying self . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not rememb'ring how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint , That wrings mine eyes . Pro . Hear a ...
... dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying self . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not rememb'ring how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint , That wrings mine eyes . Pro . Hear a ...
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... Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a ho ...
... Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a ho ...
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... dead moon - calf's Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my sto- mach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How did'st ...
... dead moon - calf's Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my sto- mach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How did'st ...
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... dead , And makes my labours pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : My sweet ...
... dead , And makes my labours pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : My sweet ...
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... dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now , with strange and several noises , Of roaring , shrieking , howling , gingling chains , And more diversity of sounds , all horrible , We were ...
... dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now , with strange and several noises , Of roaring , shrieking , howling , gingling chains , And more diversity of sounds , all horrible , We were ...
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The Plays of Shakspeare– Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson ..., 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1819 |
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255 psl. - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
12 psl. - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
168 psl. - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
88 psl. - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
462 psl. - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...