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Pagina 1
... it make the unskilful laugh , cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of one of which , must in your allowance , o'erweigh a whole theatre of others . B Oh , there be players , that I have seen Hamlet's Advice to the Players,
... it make the unskilful laugh , cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of one of which , must in your allowance , o'erweigh a whole theatre of others . B Oh , there be players , that I have seen Hamlet's Advice to the Players,
Pagina 2
James Hedderwick. Oh , there be players , that I have seen play — and heard others praise , and that highly ( not to speak it profanely ) — that , neither having the accent of Christian , nor the gait of Christian , pagan , nor man ...
James Hedderwick. Oh , there be players , that I have seen play — and heard others praise , and that highly ( not to speak it profanely ) — that , neither having the accent of Christian , nor the gait of Christian , pagan , nor man ...
Pagina 4
... seen a heaving ocean of upturned faces , when the breeze dispersed at intervals the clouds of smoke which veiled the sun , and gave a dun and murky hue to whatever lay beneath . If a flood of sunshine now and then poured in to make a ...
... seen a heaving ocean of upturned faces , when the breeze dispersed at intervals the clouds of smoke which veiled the sun , and gave a dun and murky hue to whatever lay beneath . If a flood of sunshine now and then poured in to make a ...
Pagina 5
... seen afar , where princes were quaking at this final assurance of the downfal of their despotic sway , knowing that the assumed sanctity of royalty was being wafted away with every puff of smoke which spread itself over the sky , and ...
... seen afar , where princes were quaking at this final assurance of the downfal of their despotic sway , knowing that the assumed sanctity of royalty was being wafted away with every puff of smoke which spread itself over the sky , and ...
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... seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy , Dreams cannot picture a world so fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there , Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds , and beyond the ...
... seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy , Dreams cannot picture a world so fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there , Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds , and beyond the ...
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Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pagina 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Pagina 132 - 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 myself.
Pagina 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Pagina 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Pagina 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Pagina 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Pagina 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Pagina 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Pagina 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?