The Dramatic Works and Poems, 1. kötetHarper & Bros., 1847 |
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35. oldal
... hear ? Shall we give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blas- phemous , uncharitable dog ! Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be ...
... hear ? Shall we give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blas- phemous , uncharitable dog ! Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be ...
37. oldal
... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
40. oldal
... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his ...
... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his ...
42. oldal
... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find , They are inclined to do so . Seb . Please you , sir . Do not omit the heavy ...
... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find , They are inclined to do so . Seb . Please you , sir . Do not omit the heavy ...
51. oldal
... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , is a harmless fairy , has done little better than play'd the Jack3 with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose is ...
... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , is a harmless fairy , has done little better than play'd the Jack3 with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose is ...
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167. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
351. oldal - 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...
311. oldal - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
19. oldal - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
219. oldal - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
349. oldal - 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...
350. oldal - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
351. oldal - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
229. oldal - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.