Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, 5. kötetG.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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4. oldal
... thing flipp'd idly from me . Our poefy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourished : The fire i'the flint Shows not , till it be ftruck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself , and , like the current , flies Each bound it chafes ...
... thing flipp'd idly from me . Our poefy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourished : The fire i'the flint Shows not , till it be ftruck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself , and , like the current , flies Each bound it chafes ...
9. oldal
... Things of like value , differing in the owners , Are prized by their masters : believe't , dear lord , You mend the jewel by wearing it . TIM . Well mock'd . MER . No , my good lord ; he speaks the common tongue , Which all men fpeak ...
... Things of like value , differing in the owners , Are prized by their masters : believe't , dear lord , You mend the jewel by wearing it . TIM . Well mock'd . MER . No , my good lord ; he speaks the common tongue , Which all men fpeak ...
23. oldal
... things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind Was to be fo unwife , to be fo kind . What fhall be done ? He will not hear , till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fye , fye ...
... things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind Was to be fo unwife , to be fo kind . What fhall be done ? He will not hear , till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fye , fye ...
33. oldal
... thing , my lord , and which I hear from common rumours ; now lord Timon's happy hours are done and paft , and his eftate fhrinks from him . Luc . Fye , no , do not believe it ; he cannot want for money . VOL . V. C 2 STRAN . But believe ...
... thing , my lord , and which I hear from common rumours ; now lord Timon's happy hours are done and paft , and his eftate fhrinks from him . Luc . Fye , no , do not believe it ; he cannot want for money . VOL . V. C 2 STRAN . But believe ...
58. oldal
... thing for gold . TIM . Confumptions fow In hollow bones of man ; ftrike their fharp fhins , And mar men's fpurring . Crack the lawyer's voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor found his quillets fhrilly : hoar the flamen ...
... thing for gold . TIM . Confumptions fow In hollow bones of man ; ftrike their fharp fhins , And mar men's fpurring . Crack the lawyer's voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor found his quillets fhrilly : hoar the flamen ...
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264. oldal - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
260. oldal - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
264. oldal - 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.
326. oldal - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
297. oldal - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
217. oldal - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
217. oldal - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
264. oldal - 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.
260. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
294. oldal - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!