Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureMacmillan A. Company, 1903 - 1158 sider |
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... feel . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Charm ache with air , and agony with words . Ibid . " T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow , But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when ...
... feel . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Charm ache with air , and agony with words . Ibid . " T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow , But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when ...
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... feel it ? Doth he hear it ? no . " T is insensible , then ? yea , to the dead . But will it not live with the living ? no . Why ? detraction will not suffer it . Therefore I'll none of it . Honour is a mere scutcheon . And so ends my ...
... feel it ? Doth he hear it ? no . " T is insensible , then ? yea , to the dead . But will it not live with the living ? no . Why ? detraction will not suffer it . Therefore I'll none of it . Honour is a mere scutcheon . And so ends my ...
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... feel my heart new opened . O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ...
... feel my heart new opened . O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ...
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... feel what wretches feel . Ibid . Out - paramoured the Turk . Ibid . ' Tis a naughty night to swim in . Ibid . The green mantle of the standing pool . Ibid . But mice and rats , and such small deer , Have been Tom's food for seven long ...
... feel what wretches feel . Ibid . Out - paramoured the Turk . Ibid . ' Tis a naughty night to swim in . Ibid . The green mantle of the standing pool . Ibid . But mice and rats , and such small deer , Have been Tom's food for seven long ...
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... feels retiring ebb , but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont , Even so my bloody thoughts , with violent pace , Shall ne'er look back , ne'er ebb to humble love , Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up . Our ...
... feels retiring ebb , but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont , Even so my bloody thoughts , with violent pace , Shall ne'er look back , ne'er ebb to humble love , Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up . Our ...
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Side 119 - 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...
Side 79 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 69 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Side 137 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of...
Side 91 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Side 121 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Side 117 - 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...
Side 324 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 118 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Side 110 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.