Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 |
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... dead ? Launcelot ― Do you not know me , father ? Gobbo - Alack , sir , I am sand - blind : I know you not . Launcelot - Nay , indeed , if you had your eyes you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father that knows his own child ...
... dead ? Launcelot ― Do you not know me , father ? Gobbo - Alack , sir , I am sand - blind : I know you not . Launcelot - Nay , indeed , if you had your eyes you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father that knows his own child ...
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... dead bodies . No eye hath seen such scarecrows . I'll not march through Coventry with them , that's flat ; - nay , and the villains march wide betwixt the legs , as if they had gyves on ; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison ...
... dead bodies . No eye hath seen such scarecrows . I'll not march through Coventry with them , that's flat ; - nay , and the villains march wide betwixt the legs , as if they had gyves on ; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison ...
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... dead , and exit Douglas . Hotspur is wounded , and falls . OTSPUR HOTS O Harry ! thou hast robbed me of my youth . I better brook the loss of brittle life , Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than ...
... dead , and exit Douglas . Hotspur is wounded , and falls . OTSPUR HOTS O Harry ! thou hast robbed me of my youth . I better brook the loss of brittle life , Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than ...
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... dead . How if he should counterfeit too , and rise ? By my faith , I am afraid he would prove the better counter ... dead ? Prince Henry I did ; I saw him dead , breathless , and bleeding On the ground.— Art thou alive , or is it ...
... dead . How if he should counterfeit too , and rise ? By my faith , I am afraid he would prove the better counter ... dead ? Prince Henry I did ; I saw him dead , breathless , and bleeding On the ground.— Art thou alive , or is it ...
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... dead . Falstaff - Didst thou ? - Lord , lord , how this world is given to lying ! —I grant you I was down and out of breath , and so was he ; but we rose both at an instant , and fought a long hour by Shrews- bury clock . If I may be ...
... dead . Falstaff - Didst thou ? - Lord , lord , how this world is given to lying ! —I grant you I was down and out of breath , and so was he ; but we rose both at an instant , and fought a long hour by Shrews- bury clock . If I may be ...
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Página 13233 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway: It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Página 13263 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Página 13297 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under. And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 13259 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 13234 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 13397 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página 13233 - His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to...
Página 13261 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'd jump the life to come.
Página 13299 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 13257 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.