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Стр. 55 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Стр. 56 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Стр. 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Стр. 50 - Christian saw the picture of a very grave person hang up against the wall ; and this was the fashion of it : it had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written upon his lips, the world was behind his back ; he stood as if he pleaded with men ; and a crown of gold did hang over his head.
Стр. 56 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Стр. 50 - ... had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written on his lips, the world was behind his back, it stood as if it pleaded with men, and a crown of gold did hang over its head.
Стр. 155 - Why such a one should keep himself away. A graver coxcomb we may sometimes see, Quite as absurd, though not so light as he: A shallow brain behind a serious mask, An oracle within an empty cask, The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge; He says but little, and that little said Owes all it's weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home...
Стр. 179 - Where shall he rest his wing ? where turn for flight ? For all around is Light, — Primal, essential, all-pervading Light ! Heart cannot think, nor tongue declare, Nor eyes of Angel bear, That Glory unimaginably bright; The Sun himself had seemed A speck of darkness there, Amid that Light of Light ! 13.
Стр. 306 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself...