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... sorrow , But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself . Ibid For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently . Ibid Some of us will smart for it . Much Ado.
... sorrow , But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself . Ibid For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently . Ibid Some of us will smart for it . Much Ado.
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... sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest . Sc . 3 . Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire , dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice . Nature ' s ...
... sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest . Sc . 3 . Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire , dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice . Nature ' s ...
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... sorrow ! care ' ll kill a cat.5 As he brews , so shall he drink . Ibid . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Get money ; still get money , boy , No matter by what means . " Sc . 3 1 Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth . It is not in the ...
... sorrow ! care ' ll kill a cat.5 As he brews , so shall he drink . Ibid . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Get money ; still get money , boy , No matter by what means . " Sc . 3 1 Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth . It is not in the ...
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... Sorrow calls no time that ' s gone ; Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.3 1bid . Ibid . The Queen of Corinth . Act iii . Sc . 2 . O woman , perfect woman ! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou ...
... Sorrow calls no time that ' s gone ; Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.3 1bid . Ibid . The Queen of Corinth . Act iii . Sc . 2 . O woman , perfect woman ! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou ...
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... sorrow ; You shall perhaps not do ' t to - morrow . 1bid . The Bloody Brother . Act ii . Sc . 2 . And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October . Three merry boys , and three merry boys , And three merry boys are ...
... sorrow ; You shall perhaps not do ' t to - morrow . 1bid . The Bloody Brother . Act ii . Sc . 2 . And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October . Three merry boys , and three merry boys , And three merry boys are ...
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Página 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.
Página 676 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 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.
Página 467 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 137 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. 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.
Página 233 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was...
Página 157 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 131 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 251 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 523 - OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!