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Page 602
... heard of you , my lord Biron , Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ; Full of comparisons , and wounding flouts ; Which you on all estates will execute , That lie within the mercy of ...
... heard of you , my lord Biron , Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ; Full of comparisons , and wounding flouts ; Which you on all estates will execute , That lie within the mercy of ...
Page 616
... heard a mermaid , on a dolphin's back , Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea - maid's music . That very time I saw ( but ...
... heard a mermaid , on a dolphin's back , Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea - maid's music . That very time I saw ( but ...
Page 617
... heard So musical a discord , such sweet thunder . Thes . My hounds are bred out of the Spar- tan kind , So flew'd , so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook - knee'd , and dew - lapp'd ...
... heard So musical a discord , such sweet thunder . Thes . My hounds are bred out of the Spar- tan kind , So flew'd , so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook - knee'd , and dew - lapp'd ...
Page 621
... heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field ? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle , ...
... heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field ? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle , ...
Page 626
... heard last night : Methought it did relieve my passion much ; More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy - paced times . True Love . Duke . Come hither , boy , if ever thou shalt In the sweet pangs of it ...
... heard last night : Methought it did relieve my passion much ; More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy - paced times . True Love . Duke . Come hither , boy , if ever thou shalt In the sweet pangs of it ...
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Adam Bell art thou bear beauty behold blood bosom breast breath Britons Brutus busk Cæsar call'd Cato charms cheek Childe Waters cried dead dear death Derry dost doth dreadful e'en e'er Epigram ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fame fate father fear flow'rs fool GARRICK gentle give grace grief hand hath head hear heart Heaven honor Juba king Lady live look lord lov'd maid mind muse ne'er never night noble nymph o'er once passion peace pity play poison'd poor pow'r praise pride prince Prologue quoth Rome round sayd scene seem'd SHAKSPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft Song sorrow soul speak spleen sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Twas twill vex'd virtue weep willow Wilm wind wretched yemen youth Zounds
Popular passages
Page 790 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 745 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 640 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 631 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Page 589 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 662 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 664 - 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...
Page 643 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 745 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Page 661 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.