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Strona 105
... soul Lends the tongue vows . Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence . Ham . The air bites shrewdly ; it is very cold . Hor . It is a nipping and an eager air . But to my mind , though I am native here And to the manner born , it is ...
... soul Lends the tongue vows . Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence . Ham . The air bites shrewdly ; it is very cold . Hor . It is a nipping and an eager air . But to my mind , though I am native here And to the manner born , it is ...
Strona 106
... 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 : 2 But this eternal ...
... 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 : 2 But this eternal ...
Strona 112
... soul to hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ears of the ground- lings , who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb - shows and noise : I would have ...
... soul to hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ears of the ground- lings , who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb - shows and noise : I would have ...
Strona 128
... soul , But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not , Chaos is come again.1 Speak to me as to thy thinkings , Ibid ... souls : Ibid . Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' t is something , nothing ; " T was mine , ' t is his , and has ...
... soul , But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not , Chaos is come again.1 Speak to me as to thy thinkings , Ibid ... souls : Ibid . Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' t is something , nothing ; " T was mine , ' t is his , and has ...
Strona 145
... Soul . Wedlock , indeed , hath oft compared been To public feasts , where meet a public rout , Where they that are ... souls sit close and silently within , And their own web from their own entrails spin ; And when eyes meet far off ...
... Soul . Wedlock , indeed , hath oft compared been To public feasts , where meet a public rout , Where they that are ... souls sit close and silently within , And their own web from their own entrails spin ; And when eyes meet far off ...
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Strona 91 - 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...
Strona 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Strona 272 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Strona 89 - 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...
Strona 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Strona 23 - 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 region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strona 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strona 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Strona 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strona 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.