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... Let me not live ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of paftime , When it was out , ) let me not live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehenfive ...
... Let me not live ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of paftime , When it was out , ) let me not live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehenfive ...
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My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be my brother.- VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be my brother.- VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my life befiege : farewell , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy ...
Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my life befiege : farewell , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy ...
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You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very sword intrench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and observe his reports of me . 2 Lord .
You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very sword intrench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and observe his reports of me . 2 Lord .
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I cannot give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought ' to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art ...
I cannot give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought ' to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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Populiarios ištraukos
324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
248 psl. - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
324 psl. - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Works, 3 tomas Works, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 gruodžio 2006 |
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