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Page 98
... England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man4 ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit 5 ...
... England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man4 ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit 5 ...
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... England ; through the rest of the Play , in Scotland . ACT I. SCENE I. - An open Place.- Thunder and Lightning . Enter three Witches . 1 Witch . When shall we three meet again , In thunder , lightning , or in rain ? 2 Witch . When the ...
... England ; through the rest of the Play , in Scotland . ACT I. SCENE I. - An open Place.- Thunder and Lightning . Enter three Witches . 1 Witch . When shall we three meet again , In thunder , lightning , or in rain ? 2 Witch . When the ...
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... England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody . Mal . This murtherous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet ...
... England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody . Mal . This murtherous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet ...
Page 154
... England , and in Ireland ; not confessing Their cruel parricide , filling their hearers With strange invention : But of that to - morrow ; When , therewithal , we shall have cause of state , Craving us jointly . Hie you to horse : Adieu ...
... England , and in Ireland ; not confessing Their cruel parricide , filling their hearers With strange invention : But of that to - morrow ; When , therewithal , we shall have cause of state , Craving us jointly . Hie you to horse : Adieu ...
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... England , and unfold His message ere he come ; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed ! Lord . I'll send my prayers with him ! [ Exeunt . EXAMINATION ON ACT III . 1. Describe the course ...
... England , and unfold His message ere he come ; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed ! Lord . I'll send my prayers with him ! [ Exeunt . EXAMINATION ON ACT III . 1. Describe the course ...
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Page 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Page 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Page 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.