The Miscellaneous Works, Том 2H.C. Baird, 1854 |
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... tell upon ten fingers : " he judged of human nature in the same way , by mood and figure : he saw only the definite , the positive , and the practical ; the average forms of things , not their strik- ing differences ; their classes ...
... tell upon ten fingers : " he judged of human nature in the same way , by mood and figure : he saw only the definite , the positive , and the practical ; the average forms of things , not their strik- ing differences ; their classes ...
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... tell you What has proceeded worthy note to - day . BRUTUS . I will do so ; but look you , Cassius— The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks ...
... tell you What has proceeded worthy note to - day . BRUTUS . I will do so ; but look you , Cassius— The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks ...
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... tell of the strange disguising of this man . Tullus rose presently from the board , and coming towards him , asked him what he was , and wherefore he came . Then Martius unmuffled himself , and after he had paused awhile , making no ...
... tell of the strange disguising of this man . Tullus rose presently from the board , and coming towards him , asked him what he was , and wherefore he came . Then Martius unmuffled himself , and after he had paused awhile , making no ...
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... tell her age , nor whether she has children or no ) , who has an alternate eye to her character , her interest , and her pleasure . Shakspeare's Cres sida is a giddy girl , an unpractised jilt , who falls in love with Troilus , as she ...
... tell her age , nor whether she has children or no ) , who has an alternate eye to her character , her interest , and her pleasure . Shakspeare's Cres sida is a giddy girl , an unpractised jilt , who falls in love with Troilus , as she ...
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... tell me how much ? ANTONY . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d . CLEOPATRA . I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd . ANTONY . Then must thou needs find out new heav'n , new earth . " The rich and poetical description of ...
... tell me how much ? ANTONY . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d . CLEOPATRA . I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd . ANTONY . Then must thou needs find out new heav'n , new earth . " The rich and poetical description of ...
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Стр. 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Стр. 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Стр. 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Стр. 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Стр. 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Стр. 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Стр. 109 - 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...
Стр. 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Стр. 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?