The Dramatic Works and Poems, Svazek 1Harper & Bros., 1847 |
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Strana 64
... heart ; His heart as far from fraud , as heaven from earth . Luc . Pray heaven , he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth ; Only deserve my love ...
... heart ; His heart as far from fraud , as heaven from earth . Luc . Pray heaven , he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth ; Only deserve my love ...
Strana 68
... heart : Write till your ink be dry ; and with your tears Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line , That may discover such integrity : 2- For Orpheus ' lute was strung with poets ' sinews ; Whose golden touch could soften steel and ...
... heart : Write till your ink be dry ; and with your tears Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line , That may discover such integrity : 2- For Orpheus ' lute was strung with poets ' sinews ; Whose golden touch could soften steel and ...
Strana 69
... heart - strings . Host . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were deaf ! it makes me have a slow heart . 1 Sudden quips , hasty , passionate reproaches . Host . I perceive , you delight not ir music . Jul . Not a whit , when it ...
... heart - strings . Host . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were deaf ! it makes me have a slow heart . 1 Sudden quips , hasty , passionate reproaches . Host . I perceive , you delight not ir music . Jul . Not a whit , when it ...
Strana 73
... heart : How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? Pro . What dangerous action , stood it next to O Proteus , let this habit make thee blush ! death , Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O , ' tis the curse in love , and still ...
... heart : How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? Pro . What dangerous action , stood it next to O Proteus , let this habit make thee blush ! death , Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O , ' tis the curse in love , and still ...
Strana 76
... heart ! I wished venison your better ; it was ill kill'd : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I love you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page . Sir , I thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I ...
... heart ! I wished venison your better ; it was ill kill'd : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I love you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page . Sir , I thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I ...
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Strana 167 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 351 - 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 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Strana 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Strana 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Strana 349 - 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 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Strana 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 229 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.