The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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... souls , they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or e'er It should the ... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
... souls , they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or e'er It should the ... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
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... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation . All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel Then all a - fire with me ; the King's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ( then ...
... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation . All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel Then all a - fire with me ; the King's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ( then ...
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... soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' th ' beam she'd bow . We have lost your son , I fear , for ever ; Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to ...
... soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' th ' beam she'd bow . We have lost your son , I fear , for ever ; Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to ...
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... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd And put it to the foil : but you , O you ! So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mira . One of my sex ; no woman's ...
... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd And put it to the foil : but you , O you ! So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mira . One of my sex ; no woman's ...
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... soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trembling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have deceived me : -how melan- cholies I am ! -- I will knog his knave's costard , ' when I have good opportunities for the ' ork : - ' pless my soul ...
... soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trembling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have deceived me : -how melan- cholies I am ! -- I will knog his knave's costard , ' when I have good opportunities for the ' ork : - ' pless my soul ...
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993 ÆäÀÌÁö - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
387 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
958 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...