The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumul 19 |
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Pagina 433
Serve the king ; And , -Pr'ythee , lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have ' , To the last penny ; ' tis the king's : my robe , And my integrity to heaven , is all I dare now call my own . O Cromwell , Cromwell , На I but ...
Serve the king ; And , -Pr'ythee , lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have ' , To the last penny ; ' tis the king's : my robe , And my integrity to heaven , is all I dare now call my own . O Cromwell , Cromwell , На I but ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 6 - 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...
Pagina 491 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pagina 446 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 428 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 429 - 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...
Pagina 52 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 5 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pagina 423 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 301 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Pagina 393 - 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.
Informații bibliografice
| Titlu | The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumul 19 The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrată de | Edmond Malone |
| Editor | R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
| Exemplar original de la | Biblioteca publică din New York |
| Scanată la | 28 Dec 2006 |
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