The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 5 |
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... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.2 Grim - visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds , To fright the ...
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.2 Grim - visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds , To fright the ...
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... arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I ...
... arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I ...
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... with several persons who lived at the time , he never could get any certain account of the motives that induced Edward to put his brother to death . Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He 38 [ ACT I KING RICHARD III .
... with several persons who lived at the time , he never could get any certain account of the motives that induced Edward to put his brother to death . Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He 38 [ ACT I KING RICHARD III .
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... arm , And charged us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship . Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Blooming Plantagenet , a prince in the spring of ...
... arm , And charged us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship . Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Blooming Plantagenet , a prince in the spring of ...
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... arms , And plucked two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence and Edward . O , what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our father's ...
... arms , And plucked two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence and Edward . O , what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our father's ...
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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 199 - 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 honors 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 199 - 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 323 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 304 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Page 34 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell — Such terrible impression made my dream.
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 202 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.