The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... heart can lend no succour to my head . SCENE II . [ Exit . Tyre . A Room in the Palace . Enter PERICLES , HELICANUS , and other Lords . Per.Let none disturb us : Why this charge of thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - ey'd melancholy ...
... heart can lend no succour to my head . SCENE II . [ Exit . Tyre . A Room in the Palace . Enter PERICLES , HELICANUS , and other Lords . Per.Let none disturb us : Why this charge of thoughts ? The sad companion , dull - ey'd melancholy ...
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... heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay , master , said not I as much , when I saw the porpus , how he bounced and tumbled ? they say , they ...
... heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay , master , said not I as much , when I saw the porpus , how he bounced and tumbled ? they say , they ...
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... hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low despise . Per . You are right courteous knights . Sim . Sit , sit , sir ; sit . Per . By Jove , I wonder , that is king of thoughts , These cates resist me , she not thought ...
... hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low despise . Per . You are right courteous knights . Sim . Sit , sit , sir ; sit . Per . By Jove , I wonder , that is king of thoughts , These cates resist me , she not thought ...
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... heart . [ Aside . ] I'll tame you ; I'll bring you in subjection.— Will you , not having my consent , bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ? ( Who , for ought I know to the contrary , Or think , may be as great in blood as ...
... heart . [ Aside . ] I'll tame you ; I'll bring you in subjection.— Will you , not having my consent , bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ? ( Who , for ought I know to the contrary , Or think , may be as great in blood as ...
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... heart [ Reads . That even cracks for woe ! -This chanc'd to - night . 2 Gent . Most likely , sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night ; For look , how fresh she looks ! -They were too rough , That threw her in the sea . Make fire within ...
... heart [ Reads . That even cracks for woe ! -This chanc'd to - night . 2 Gent . Most likely , sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night ; For look , how fresh she looks ! -They were too rough , That threw her in the sea . Make fire within ...
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Adonis Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds delight desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false Falstaff father fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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Page 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Page 130 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Page 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Page 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Page 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Page 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.