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... father's occupation at home , till the acquisition of a separate habitation . It is reasonable to conclude that a mind like his , ardent , excursive , and " all compact of imagination , " would not be satisfied with entire mactivity ...
... father's occupation at home , till the acquisition of a separate habitation . It is reasonable to conclude that a mind like his , ardent , excursive , and " all compact of imagination , " would not be satisfied with entire mactivity ...
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... father , Shakspeare . There is a good boy , said the other ; but have a care that you don't take God's name in vain ! This story Mr. Pope told me at the Earl of Oxford's table , upon occasion of some discourse which arose about ...
... father , Shakspeare . There is a good boy , said the other ; but have a care that you don't take God's name in vain ! This story Mr. Pope told me at the Earl of Oxford's table , upon occasion of some discourse which arose about ...
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... father's house in ble that the necessity , which brought young Shak a state of utter ignorance of classic literature ? or speare from his school , retained him with his was he as far advanced in his school - studies as father's ...
... father's house in ble that the necessity , which brought young Shak a state of utter ignorance of classic literature ? or speare from his school , retained him with his was he as far advanced in his school - studies as father's ...
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... father's Chief Justice to a continuance in his high office and these , as I believe , are the sole in stances of our Poet's dalliance with his Cleopatra , for whose love he was content to lose the world , throughout the whole of the ...
... father's Chief Justice to a continuance in his high office and these , as I believe , are the sole in stances of our Poet's dalliance with his Cleopatra , for whose love he was content to lose the world , throughout the whole of the ...
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... father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said - thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ...
... father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said - thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ...
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Page 167 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 351 - 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...
Page 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Page 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Page 349 - 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...
Page 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 229 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.