The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 3C. Knight, 1852 |
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... father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . BASS . Romans , friends , followers , favourers of my right , If ever Bassianus , Cæsar's son , e Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome , Keep then this passage to ...
... father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . BASS . Romans , friends , followers , favourers of my right , If ever Bassianus , Cæsar's son , e Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome , Keep then this passage to ...
Стр. 553
... father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopp'd , And entrails feed the sacrificing fire , Whose smoke , like incense , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought , but to inter our brethren , And with loud ...
... father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopp'd , And entrails feed the sacrificing fire , Whose smoke , like incense , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought , but to inter our brethren , And with loud ...
Стр. 554
... father's days , And fame's eternal date , for virtue's praise . Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS , SATURNINUS , BASSIANUS , and others . MARC . Long live lord Titus , my beloved brother , Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! TIT . Thanks ...
... father's days , And fame's eternal date , for virtue's praise . Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS , SATURNINUS , BASSIANUS , and others . MARC . Long live lord Titus , my beloved brother , Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! TIT . Thanks ...
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... father of my life ! How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts , Rome shall record ; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . TIT . Now , madam , are you prisoner to an emperor ...
... father of my life ! How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts , Rome shall record ; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . TIT . Now , madam , are you prisoner to an emperor ...
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... Father , and in that name doth nature speak . TIT . Speak thou no more , if all the rest will speed . MARC . Renowned Titus , more than half my soul ! Luc . Dear father , soul and substance of us all ! MARC . Suffer thy brother Marcus ...
... Father , and in that name doth nature speak . TIT . Speak thou no more , if all the rest will speed . MARC . Renowned Titus , more than half my soul ! Luc . Dear father , soul and substance of us all ! MARC . Suffer thy brother Marcus ...
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Стр. 151 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 134 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 149 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 129 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 148 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Стр. 148 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all.
Стр. 22 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Стр. 110 - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment ; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
Стр. 144 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Стр. 126 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....