King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by Marlowe. King Edward III, by Shakespeare (?) King Richard II, by Shakespeare. King Henry IV, by Shakespeare (?) King Henry V, by ShakespeareMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 |
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King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Úplné zobrazení - 1896 |
King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Úplné zobrazení - 1896 |
King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Úplné zobrazení - 1896 |
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Strana 39 - 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 373 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Strana 416 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Strana 447 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Strana 427 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Strana 409 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Strana 266 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court ; and there the Antic* sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp...
Strana 392 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strana 245 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast...
Strana 33 - 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.