The Quarterly Review, Volume 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 - English literature |
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... death , slight , for asseverations , and no oaths - as to which I doe humbly submit to my master's judgment ; but under favour conceive them to be oaths , and enter them here , to declare my opinion and submission . ' This will remind ...
... death , slight , for asseverations , and no oaths - as to which I doe humbly submit to my master's judgment ; but under favour conceive them to be oaths , and enter them here , to declare my opinion and submission . ' This will remind ...
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... death of Charles I. , that the mind of the royalist poet was solemnized to the creation of those imperishable stanzas , which first appeared in his Contention of Ajax and Ulysses . Oliver Cromwell is said , on the recital of them , to ...
... death of Charles I. , that the mind of the royalist poet was solemnized to the creation of those imperishable stanzas , which first appeared in his Contention of Ajax and Ulysses . Oliver Cromwell is said , on the recital of them , to ...
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... death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb , - Only the actions of the just Smell ...
... death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb , - Only the actions of the just Smell ...
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... death of Shirley was a tragic termination to a life of vicissitude . He and his second wife , Frances , were burnt out of their dwelling , near Fleet Street , in the memorable Fire of London . They fled to St. Giles's , then in the ...
... death of Shirley was a tragic termination to a life of vicissitude . He and his second wife , Frances , were burnt out of their dwelling , near Fleet Street , in the memorable Fire of London . They fled to St. Giles's , then in the ...
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... death ; My brother- Pis . What of him ? Ami . Transported with The fury of revenge for my dishonour , As he conceives , for ' tis against my will , Hath vow'd to kill you in your nuptial glory . VOL . XLIX . NO . XCVII . Alas ! ! Alas ...
... death ; My brother- Pis . What of him ? Ami . Transported with The fury of revenge for my dishonour , As he conceives , for ' tis against my will , Hath vow'd to kill you in your nuptial glory . VOL . XLIX . NO . XCVII . Alas ! ! Alas ...
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Page 8 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 187 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Page 8 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 191 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 188 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 191 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! — Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir. — Do you see this? Look on her, — look, — her lips, — Look there, look there!
Page 175 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Page 448 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Page 443 - Quando fui desto innanzi la dimane, Pianger senti' fra '1 sonno i miei figliuoli, Ch' erano meco, e dimandar del pane.
Page 180 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.