The Reader's Shakespeare: His Dramatic Work Condensed, Connected, and Emphasized for School, College, Parlour, and Platform ..., Volume 1Funk and Wagnalls Company, 1895 |
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... soul which God has given you . " Continue to be a Student : " Trust not yourself - try your defects to know— Make use of every friend - and every foe . " MERES ' LIST . In " Palladis Tamia , or GENERAL NOTES AND SUGGESTIONS . 7 GENERAL ...
... soul which God has given you . " Continue to be a Student : " Trust not yourself - try your defects to know— Make use of every friend - and every foe . " MERES ' LIST . In " Palladis Tamia , or GENERAL NOTES AND SUGGESTIONS . 7 GENERAL ...
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... souls That , to their everlasting residence , Before the dew of evening fall , shall fleet , In dreadful trial of our ... soul - fearing clamours have brawled down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city . 2 Mean wretches . 3 Insult by ...
... souls That , to their everlasting residence , Before the dew of evening fall , shall fleet , In dreadful trial of our ... soul - fearing clamours have brawled down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city . 2 Mean wretches . 3 Insult by ...
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... soul , are silent ; but the heartless br heedlessly interposes : Aust . Lady Constance , pea L. Con . War ! war ! ' no peace ! peace is to ' me O Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost ' sham That bloody spoil ! -Thou slave ! thou coward ! 3 ...
... soul , are silent ; but the heartless br heedlessly interposes : Aust . Lady Constance , pea L. Con . War ! war ! ' no peace ! peace is to ' me O Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost ' sham That bloody spoil ! -Thou slave ! thou coward ! 3 ...
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... soul counts thee her ' creditor , And , with advantage , means to ' pay thy love : And , my good friend , thy ' voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . . . . Give me thy hand . . . I had a thing to say , . . But I will ...
... soul counts thee her ' creditor , And , with advantage , means to ' pay thy love : And , my good friend , thy ' voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . . . . Give me thy hand . . . I had a thing to say , . . But I will ...
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... soul ; Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath . Constance dejectedly approaches . I pr'ythee , lady , go away with me . • L. Con . Lo , now ! Now see the ' issue of your peace ! K. Phi ...
... soul ; Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath . Constance dejectedly approaches . I pr'ythee , lady , go away with me . • L. Con . Lo , now ! Now see the ' issue of your peace ! K. Phi ...
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Page 195 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 407 - Well, honour is the subject of my story.— I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Page 208 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 458 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 438 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 436 - I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Page 431 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart, And in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood), great Caesar fell.
Page 421 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 432 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Page 352 - s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.