The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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7. oldal
... arms hung up for monuments2 ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures 3 . Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright ...
... arms hung up for monuments2 ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures 3 . Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright ...
17. oldal
... arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I ...
... arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I ...
47. oldal
... arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1 Murd . Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant springing , brave Plantagenet 18 , That princely novice 19 , was struck dead by thee ...
... arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1 Murd . Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant springing , brave Plantagenet 18 , That princely novice 19 , was struck dead by thee ...
48. oldal
... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
58. oldal
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O , what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) , To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our ...
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O , what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) , To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our ...
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DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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257. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
153. oldal - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
8. oldal - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
40. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
261. oldal - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
260. oldal - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
233. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
38. oldal - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
261. oldal - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
302. oldal - Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant (heaven still move about her !), Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness...