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Page 192 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet ; 'tis his will : Let but the Commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood...
Page 189 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 428 - To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing...
Page 161 - Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Page 17 - Das Deutsche Reich Deutschland? aber wo liegt es? Ich weiß das Land nicht zu finden. Wo das gelehrte beginnt, hört das politische auf.
Page 172 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter.
Page 462 - Gebet acht, Das ist der Eumeniden Macht! Der fromme Dichter wird gerochen, Der Mörder bietet selbst sich dar! Ergreift ihn, der das Wort gesprochen, Und ihn, an den's gerichtet war!" Doch dem war kaum das Wort entfahren, Möcht' er's im Busen gern bewahren; Umsonst!
Page 455 - Eternal reader, you have here a new play, never staled with the stage, never clapper-clawed with the palms of the vulgar...
Page 172 - A maiden never bold ; • Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Page 329 - Haste me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.

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