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... comes to be placed the first by the publishers of his works , can never have been the first written by him : it seems to be as perfect in its kind as almost any thing we have of his . One may observe , that the unities are kept here ...
... comes to be placed the first by the publishers of his works , can never have been the first written by him : it seems to be as perfect in its kind as almost any thing we have of his . One may observe , that the unities are kept here ...
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... Come , madam , and come , Richard : we must speed For France , for France , for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good ... comes answer like an ABC - book : - " O sir , " says answer , " at. 125 * 13 ACT I. SCENE 1 . KING JOHN .
... Come , madam , and come , Richard : we must speed For France , for France , for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good ... comes answer like an ABC - book : - " O sir , " says answer , " at. 125 * 13 ACT I. SCENE 1 . KING JOHN .
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... come bow to l Pem . All murders past do stand excus'd in this. Const . A wicked day , and not a holy day ! [ Rising ... comes the holy legate of the pope . Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of heaven . To thee , king John , my holy ...
... come bow to l Pem . All murders past do stand excus'd in this. Const . A wicked day , and not a holy day ! [ Rising ... comes the holy legate of the pope . Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of heaven . To thee , king John , my holy ...
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... comes here ? a grave unto a soul ; Holding th ' eternal spirit against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted ... Come , grin on me ; and I will think thou smil'st , And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love , O , come to me ! K. Phi ...
... comes here ? a grave unto a soul ; Holding th ' eternal spirit against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted ... Come , grin on me ; and I will think thou smil'st , And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love , O , come to me ! K. Phi ...
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... come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O heaven ! -that there were but a mote in yours , A grain , a dust ...
... come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O heaven ! -that there were but a mote in yours , A grain , a dust ...
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Página 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Página 44 - 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.
Página 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Página 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Página 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Página 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...