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... quotations from one hundred and twenty - five authors who are not represented in any former edition ; and more than six thousand lines have been added to the Index . CAMBRIDGE , U.S. INDEX OF AUTHORS . BURTON , ROBERT 332 , 481.
... quotations from one hundred and twenty - five authors who are not represented in any former edition ; and more than six thousand lines have been added to the Index . CAMBRIDGE , U.S. INDEX OF AUTHORS . BURTON , ROBERT 332 , 481.
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... thousand fragrant posies . Ibid . Ibid . Infinite riches in a little room . The Jew of Malta . Ati . Act i . Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness . Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is , more ...
... thousand fragrant posies . Ibid . Ibid . Infinite riches in a little room . The Jew of Malta . Ati . Act i . Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness . Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is , more ...
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... thousand ships , And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen , make me immortal with a kiss . Her lips suck forth my soul : see , where it flies ! Ibid . O , thou art fairer than the evening air , Clad in the beauty of a thousand ...
... thousand ships , And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen , make me immortal with a kiss . Her lips suck forth my soul : see , where it flies ! Ibid . O , thou art fairer than the evening air , Clad in the beauty of a thousand ...
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... thousand furlongs of sea for an What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? I , thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness , and the bettering of my mind . Like one , Who having , into truth , by telling ...
... thousand furlongs of sea for an What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? I , thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness , and the bettering of my mind . Like one , Who having , into truth , by telling ...
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... thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face , a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes . Ibid . For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth , Whiles we enjoy it , but being ...
... thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face , a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes . Ibid . For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth , Whiles we enjoy it , but being ...
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91 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
460 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.