The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Illustrated ; Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Tom 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 |
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... soul to reward it . However inferior to her in the arts of government , and in some of the great characters of mind , might be her Scottish successor , he resembled her in his love of letters , and in his own cultivation of learning ...
... soul to reward it . However inferior to her in the arts of government , and in some of the great characters of mind , might be her Scottish successor , he resembled her in his love of letters , and in his own cultivation of learning ...
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... soul is not saved . If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! Ho ! quoth the devil , ' tis my John a Combe . ' But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely that he never forgave it . " By Aubrey the ...
... soul is not saved . If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! Ho ! quoth the devil , ' tis my John a Combe . ' But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely that he never forgave it . " By Aubrey the ...
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... soul into the hands of God my Creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Savior , to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to the earth whereof it is made . Item , I give and ...
... soul into the hands of God my Creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Savior , to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to the earth whereof it is made . Item , I give and ...
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... souls ! they perished . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting1 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement : tell ...
... souls ! they perished . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting1 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement : tell ...
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... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . Sit down ; For thou must now know further . You have often Mira . Begun to tell me what I am ; but ...
... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . Sit down ; For thou must now know further . You have often Mira . Begun to tell me what I am ; but ...
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Strona 373 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strona 51 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strona 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strona 67 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Strona 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Strona 56 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strona 465 - ... of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Strona 68 - I made shake ; and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth, -• By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) ' To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strona 346 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Strona 62 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..