The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, 3 tomas |
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... hath heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John . Mine eye hath well examinéd ...
... hath heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John . Mine eye hath well examinéd ...
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... Hath willingly departed with a part : And France ( whose armour conscience buckled on ; Whom zeal and charity ... Hath drawn him from his own determined aid , From a resolved and honourable war , To a most base and vile - concluded peace ...
... Hath willingly departed with a part : And France ( whose armour conscience buckled on ; Whom zeal and charity ... Hath drawn him from his own determined aid , From a resolved and honourable war , To a most base and vile - concluded peace ...
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... hath won , that hath he fortified . So hot a speed with such advice disposed , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause , Doth want example . Who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? K. Phi . Well could I bear that ...
... hath won , that hath he fortified . So hot a speed with such advice disposed , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause , Doth want example . Who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? K. Phi . Well could I bear that ...
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... hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won ! Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner ? Lew . As heartily as he is glad he hath him . Pand . Your mind is all as youthful as your blood . Now hear me speak with a prophetic ...
... hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won ! Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner ? Lew . As heartily as he is glad he hath him . Pand . Your mind is all as youthful as your blood . Now hear me speak with a prophetic ...
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... hath yielded ; nothing there holds out But Dover castle : London hath received , Like a kind host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy : And wild amazement hurries up ...
... hath yielded ; nothing there holds out But Dover castle : London hath received , Like a kind host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy : And wild amazement hurries up ...
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The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1843 |
The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1843 |
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Alarums arms art thou Bardolph bear blood Boling breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear foul France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of York Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Hastings lord of Westmorland madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pericles Pist Poins poor pray prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame shew Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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