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Page 1 - Of comfort no man speak; Let's talk of graves, of worms, of epitaphs," &c., easing his heart, and consuming all that is manly in words; never anywhere seeking comfort in despair, but mistaking the moment of exhaustion for quiet. This is finely contrasted in Bolingbroke's struggle of haughty feeling with temporary dissimulation, in which the latter says — "Harry Bolingbroke...
Page 167 - Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 281 - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 204 - Flatter had sat with his elbow on the table, and his chin resting on his hand, looking at the lady's agitated visage.
Page 137 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A...
Page 308 - Soviet constitution is not worth the paper it is written on — it is a straight piece of propaganda calculated to deceive and mislead the gullible throughout the world.
Page 124 - I bring you, brother, most unwelcome news ; But since of force you are to hear it told, I thought a friend and brother best might tell it : Therefore, before I speak, arm well your mind, And think you're to be touched even to the quick; That so, prepared for ill, you may be less Surprised to hear the worst.
Page 151 - I think it would have been a great comfort to her could that have been proved to be the case, and her cousin exonerated. When she did speak, it was in a voice so low and broken as to be almost unintelligible. " Poor, poor Merle! No wonder he has looked so ill and wretched these many months.