Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volumen5G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she saw my
statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and
many lusty Romans Came smiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And these ...
Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she saw my
statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and
many lusty Romans Came smiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And these ...
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These couchings , and these lowly courtesies , Might fire the blood of ordinary
men ; And turn pre - ordinance , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not
fond , To think that Cæfar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw ' d from the ...
These couchings , and these lowly courtesies , Might fire the blood of ordinary
men ; And turn pre - ordinance , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not
fond , To think that Cæfar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw ' d from the ...
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Why dost not comfort me , and help me out From this unhallow ' d and blood -
stain ' d hole ? Quin . I am surprized with an uncouth fear : A chilling sweat o ' er -
runs my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart .
Why dost not comfort me , and help me out From this unhallow ' d and blood -
stain ' d hole ? Quin . I am surprized with an uncouth fear : A chilling sweat o ' er -
runs my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart .
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For pity of mine age , whose youth was spent In dangerous wars , whilst you
securely flept ; For all my blood in Rome ' s great quarrel shed ; For all the frosty
nights that I have watch ' d ; And for these bitter tears , which now you fee Filling
the ...
For pity of mine age , whose youth was spent In dangerous wars , whilst you
securely flept ; For all my blood in Rome ' s great quarrel shed ; For all the frosty
nights that I have watch ' d ; And for these bitter tears , which now you fee Filling
the ...
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This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; Whilst that Lavinia ' tween her stumps
doth hold The bason , that receives your guilty blood . You know , your mother
means to feast with me , And calls herself , Revenge , and thinks me mad , - Hark
...
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; Whilst that Lavinia ' tween her stumps
doth hold The bason , that receives your guilty blood . You know , your mother
means to feast with me , And calls herself , Revenge , and thinks me mad , - Hark
...
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Pasajes populares
Página 264 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 260 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 264 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Página 326 - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Página 297 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Página 217 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 217 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
Página 264 - I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Página 260 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 294 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!