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Strana 83
... tears : the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather . The live - long day . Beware the ides of March . Ibid . Julius ...
... tears : the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather . The live - long day . Beware the ides of March . Ibid . Julius ...
Strana 87
... tears , prepare to shed them now . Ibid . See what a rent the envious Casca made . Ibid . This was the most unkindest cut of all . Ibid . Great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us ...
... tears , prepare to shed them now . Ibid . See what a rent the envious Casca made . Ibid . This was the most unkindest cut of all . Ibid . Great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us ...
Strana 92
... tears shall drown the wind . I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself , And falls on the other . I have bought Ibid . Golden opinions from all sorts of people . Ibid . Letting ...
... tears shall drown the wind . I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself , And falls on the other . I have bought Ibid . Golden opinions from all sorts of people . Ibid . Letting ...
Strana 103
... tears . Ibid . A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father's brother , but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not nor it cannot come to good . Ibid . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral baked ...
... tears . Ibid . A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father's brother , but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not nor it cannot come to good . Ibid . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral baked ...
Strana 103
... tears . Ibid . A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father's brother , but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not nor it cannot come to good . Ibid . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral baked ...
... tears . Ibid . A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father's brother , but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not nor it cannot come to good . Ibid . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral baked ...
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Strana 91 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Strana 272 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Strana 89 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Strana 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Strana 23 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strana 52 - 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.
Strana 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Strana 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strana 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.