The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 2 |
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To make a recordation to my soul With so eternal and so fixed a soul . Of every
syllable that here was spoke . Hark , Greek ; - as much as I do Cressid love , But ,
if I tell how these two did co - act , So much by weight hate I her Diomed : Shall I ...
To make a recordation to my soul With so eternal and so fixed a soul . Of every
syllable that here was spoke . Hark , Greek ; - as much as I do Cressid love , But ,
if I tell how these two did co - act , So much by weight hate I her Diomed : Shall I ...
Стр. 152
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? ... What , if it tempt you toward
the flood , my I could a tale unfold , whose lightest word lord , Would harrow up
thy soul ; freeze thy young Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff blood ; That
beetles o ...
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? ... What , if it tempt you toward
the flood , my I could a tale unfold , whose lightest word lord , Would harrow up
thy soul ; freeze thy young Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff blood ; That
beetles o ...
Стр. 173
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom : [ Exit POLONIUS . Let me be cruel , not
unnatural : O , my offence is rank , it smells to heaven ; I will speak daggers to her
, but use none ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon ' t , My tongue and soul in this
...
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom : [ Exit POLONIUS . Let me be cruel , not
unnatural : O , my offence is rank , it smells to heaven ; I will speak daggers to her
, but use none ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon ' t , My tongue and soul in this
...
Стр. 184
And we shall jointly labour with your soul , To give it due content . Laer . Let this
be so : His means of death , his obscure funeral , - No trophy , sword , nor
hatchment , o ' er his bones , No noble rite , nor formal ostentation , Cry to be
heard , as ...
And we shall jointly labour with your soul , To give it due content . Laer . Let this
be so : His means of death , his obscure funeral , - No trophy , sword , nor
hatchment , o ' er his bones , No noble rite , nor formal ostentation , Cry to be
heard , as ...
Стр. 410
asleep . A light burning . Alas , why gnaw you so your nether lip ? Some bloody
passion shakes your very frame . Enter OTHELLO . These are porténts : but yet I
hope , I hope , Oth . It is the cause , it is the cause , my soul : - They do not point
on ...
asleep . A light burning . Alas , why gnaw you so your nether lip ? Some bloody
passion shakes your very frame . Enter OTHELLO . These are porténts : but yet I
hope , I hope , Oth . It is the cause , it is the cause , my soul : - They do not point
on ...
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