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I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living ...
I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living ...
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One that goes with him ; I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious liar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's feely bones ...
One that goes with him ; I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious liar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's feely bones ...
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Such a man Might be a copy to thefe younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonftrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb So in approof lives not his ...
Such a man Might be a copy to thefe younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonftrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb So in approof lives not his ...
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Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where ...
Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where ...
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Now , by the last monarchy is meant the Roman , the laft of the four general mo- narchies . Upon the fall of this monarchy , in the scramble , several cities fet up for themselves , and became free ftates ; now , thefe might be faid ...
Now , by the last monarchy is meant the Roman , the laft of the four general mo- narchies . Upon the fall of this monarchy , in the scramble , several cities fet up for themselves , and became free ftates ; now , thefe might be faid ...
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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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bear better blood bring brother Changes comes Count court daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never Paul peace Phil poor pray Prince Queen ring SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thanks thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
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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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