The Works of William Shakspeare, Том 5C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... revenge it upon me and mine , To the end of generation ! Per . I believe you ; Your honour and your goodness teach me credit , Without your vows . Till she be married , madam , By bright Diana , whom we honour all , Unscissor'd shall ...
... revenge it upon me and mine , To the end of generation ! Per . I believe you ; Your honour and your goodness teach me credit , Without your vows . Till she be married , madam , By bright Diana , whom we honour all , Unscissor'd shall ...
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... Revenge , as Chorus ; LORDS , & CAPTAIN , SOL- DIERS , and ATTENDANTS . SCENE . - Britain . АСТ І. Dumb Show . Thunder and Lightning . Enter ATE in black , with a burning Torch in one hand , and a bloody Sword in the other . Presently ...
... Revenge , as Chorus ; LORDS , & CAPTAIN , SOL- DIERS , and ATTENDANTS . SCENE . - Britain . АСТ І. Dumb Show . Thunder and Lightning . Enter ATE in black , with a burning Torch in one hand , and a bloody Sword in the other . Presently ...
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William Shakespeare. Alba . Well , we must remedy these outrages , And throw revenge upon their hateful heads . And you , good fellows , for your houses burnt , We will remunerate you store of gold , And build your houses by our palace ...
William Shakespeare. Alba . Well , we must remedy these outrages , And throw revenge upon their hateful heads . And you , good fellows , for your houses burnt , We will remunerate you store of gold , And build your houses by our palace ...
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... Revenge my death upon his traitorous head . Et vos queis domus est nigrantis regia Ditis , Qui regitis rigido Stygios moderamine lucos , I. e . floating . Nox cæci regina poli , furialis Erinnys , Diique deaque 195 76 [ ACT II . LOCRINE .
... Revenge my death upon his traitorous head . Et vos queis domus est nigrantis regia Ditis , Qui regitis rigido Stygios moderamine lucos , I. e . floating . Nox cæci regina poli , furialis Erinnys , Diique deaque 195 76 [ ACT II . LOCRINE .
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... revenge , for this sweet word , revenge , Must ease and cease my wrongful injuries : And by the sword of bloody Mars I swear , Ne'er shall sweet quiet enter this my front ; Till I be ' venged on his traitorous head , That slew my noble ...
... revenge , for this sweet word , revenge , Must ease and cease my wrongful injuries : And by the sword of bloody Mars I swear , Ne'er shall sweet quiet enter this my front ; Till I be ' venged on his traitorous head , That slew my noble ...
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Стр. 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Стр. 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Стр. 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Стр. 473 - 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. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Стр. 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Стр. 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Стр. 474 - 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. 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Стр. 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...