Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... thought the romantic and extraordinary incidents of the play well characterized . He several times , in the course of the last act , makes one of his characters remark its similarity to an old tale . Schlegel has observed , that " The ...
... thought the romantic and extraordinary incidents of the play well characterized . He several times , in the course of the last act , makes one of his characters remark its similarity to an old tale . Schlegel has observed , that " The ...
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... thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well ; this satisfaction 1 That for Oh that ! is not uncommon in old ...
... thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well ; this satisfaction 1 That for Oh that ! is not uncommon in old ...
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... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord the verier wag o ' the two ? Pol . We were as twinned lambs , that did frisk i'the sun , And bleat the one at the ...
... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord the verier wag o ' the two ? Pol . We were as twinned lambs , that did frisk i'the sun , And bleat the one at the ...
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... Thoughts that would thick my blood . Leon . So stands this squire Officed with me . We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in ...
... Thoughts that would thick my blood . Leon . So stands this squire Officed with me . We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in ...
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... thought , - ( for cogitation Resides not in that man , that does not think , ) 2- My wife is slippery ? If thou wilt confess , ( Or else be impudently negative , To have nor eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobby ...
... thought , - ( for cogitation Resides not in that man , that does not think , ) 2- My wife is slippery ? If thou wilt confess , ( Or else be impudently negative , To have nor eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobby ...
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189 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
408 ÆäÀÌÁö - All murder'd: 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...
354 ÆäÀÌÁö - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
198 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...
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That 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.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
552 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.