The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.— O ...
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.— O ...
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... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ' Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ' Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
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... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
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... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me : 2 Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you ...
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me : 2 Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you ...
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... hear me . If Heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
... hear me . If Heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
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Page 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Page 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 7 - Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.