Tragedy of King Lear: With Introduction and Notes, Explanatory and Critical, for Use in Schools and ClassesGinn, Heath & Company, 1882 |
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... death , and that one - half thereof should be immediately assigned to them ; but for Cordilla he reserved nothing . Yet it happened that one of the Princes of Gallia whose name was Aganippus , hearing of the beauty , womanhood , and ...
... death , and that one - half thereof should be immediately assigned to them ; but for Cordilla he reserved nothing . Yet it happened that one of the Princes of Gallia whose name was Aganippus , hearing of the beauty , womanhood , and ...
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... death ; and so would have made me , who received my life from him , to be the worker of his destruction . But , noble gentlemen , if either of you have a father , and feel what dutiful affection is engrafted in a son's heart , let me ...
... death ; and so would have made me , who received my life from him , to be the worker of his destruction . But , noble gentlemen , if either of you have a father , and feel what dutiful affection is engrafted in a son's heart , let me ...
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... death of Cornwall , what shall I say ? It is true , the Poet prepares us somewhat for their final transports of mutual fierceness , by the moralizing he puts into the mouth of Albany : - That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be ...
... death of Cornwall , what shall I say ? It is true , the Poet prepares us somewhat for their final transports of mutual fierceness , by the moralizing he puts into the mouth of Albany : - That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be ...
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... death plucks him after . Neverthe- less it is hard saying whether one would rather be the subject or the author of Edgar's tale : Whilst I was big in clamour , came there a man Who , having seen me in my worst estate , Shunn'd my abhorr ...
... death plucks him after . Neverthe- less it is hard saying whether one would rather be the subject or the author of Edgar's tale : Whilst I was big in clamour , came there a man Who , having seen me in my worst estate , Shunn'd my abhorr ...
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... death . – Our son of Cornwall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant will to publish ^ Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now.8 The Princes , France and Burgundy ...
... death . – Our son of Cornwall , And you , our no less loving son of Albany , We have this hour a constant will to publish ^ Our daughters ' several dowers , that future strife May be prevented now.8 The Princes , France and Burgundy ...
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Page 140 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 60 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty: Sure, 1 shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 90 - Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful. Into her womb convey sterility; Dry up in her the organs of increase; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.
Page 180 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Page 130 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool.
Page 180 - em: Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Page 226 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 224 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...
Page 132 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjured, and thou simular man of virtue That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practised on man's life : close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
Page 174 - Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.