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45 ÆäÀÌÁö
The big round tears Cours ' d one another down his innocent nose In piteous
chase . Ibid . ¡° Poor deer , " quoth he , ¡° thou mak ' st a testament As worldlings do
, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much . ¡± Ibid . Sweep on , you fat ...
The big round tears Cours ' d one another down his innocent nose In piteous
chase . Ibid . ¡° Poor deer , " quoth he , ¡° thou mak ' st a testament As worldlings do
, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much . ¡± Ibid . Sweep on , you fat ...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö
He hath a tear for pity , and a hand Open as day for melting charity . Act iv . Sc . 4
. Thy wish was father , Harry , to that thought . Ibid . Commit The oldest sins the
newest kind of ways . Ibid . A joint of mutton , and any pretty little tiny kickshaws ...
He hath a tear for pity , and a hand Open as day for melting charity . Act iv . Sc . 4
. Thy wish was father , Harry , to that thought . Ibid . Commit The oldest sins the
newest kind of ways . Ibid . A joint of mutton , and any pretty little tiny kickshaws ...
88 ÆäÀÌÁö
... And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea ' s a thief , whose liquid
surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth ' s a thief , That feeds and
breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing ' s a thief .
Ibid .
... And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea ' s a thief , whose liquid
surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth ' s a thief , That feeds and
breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing ' s a thief .
Ibid .
92 ÆäÀÌÁö
If you have tears , prepare to shed them now . Ibid . See what a rent the envious
Casca made . Ibid . This was the most unkindest cut of all . Ibid . Julius C©¡sar
continued . ] Great C©¡sar fell . O 92 Shakespeare .
If you have tears , prepare to shed them now . Ibid . See what a rent the envious
Casca made . Ibid . This was the most unkindest cut of all . Ibid . Julius C©¡sar
continued . ] Great C©¡sar fell . O 92 Shakespeare .
108 ÆäÀÌÁö
Frailty , thy name is woman ! Ibid . A little month . Ibid . Like Niobe , all tears . Ibid .
A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father ' s brother , but no more
like my father , Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not , nor it cannot come to , good .
Frailty , thy name is woman ! Ibid . A little month . Ibid . Like Niobe , all tears . Ibid .
A beast , that wants discourse of reason . Ibid . My father ' s brother , but no more
like my father , Than I to Hercules . Ibid . It is not , nor it cannot come to , good .
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372 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
593 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
521 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
520 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...