Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1874 - 778 páginas |
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... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Act ii . Sc . I. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds , In ranks and squadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol . Act ii . Sc . 2 . When ...
... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Act ii . Sc . I. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds , In ranks and squadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol . Act ii . Sc . 2 . When ...
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... dear , With that he called the tailor , lown.1 Act ii . Sc . 3 . Silence that dreadful bell ! it frights the isle From her propriety . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Cassio , I love ...
... dear , With that he called the tailor , lown.1 Act ii . Sc . 3 . Silence that dreadful bell ! it frights the isle From her propriety . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Cassio , I love ...
Página 127
... dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls . Who steals my purse , steals trash ; ' t is some- thing , nothing ; ' T was mine , ' t is his , and has been slave to thou- sands ; But he that filches from me my good name , Robs ...
... dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls . Who steals my purse , steals trash ; ' t is some- thing , nothing ; ' T was mine , ' t is his , and has been slave to thou- sands ; But he that filches from me my good name , Robs ...
Página 128
... dear heart - strings , I'd whistle her off , and let her down the wind , To prey at fortune . Act iii . Sc . 3 . I am declined Into the vale of years . Act iii . Sc . 3 . That we can call these delicate creatures ours , And not their ...
... dear heart - strings , I'd whistle her off , and let her down the wind , To prey at fortune . Act iii . Sc . 3 . I am declined Into the vale of years . Act iii . Sc . 3 . That we can call these delicate creatures ours , And not their ...
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... dear ; Song . Heaven were not heaven , if we knew what it were . Against Fruition . She is pretty to walk with , And witty to talk with , And pleasant , too , to think on . Brennoralt . Act ii . Her face is like the milky way i ' the ...
... dear ; Song . Heaven were not heaven , if we knew what it were . Against Fruition . She is pretty to walk with , And witty to talk with , And pleasant , too , to think on . Brennoralt . Act ii . Her face is like the milky way i ' the ...
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Página 345 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 90 - 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 202 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out...
Página 73 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 92 - 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...
Página 37 - 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 render The deeds of mercy.
Página 116 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 50 - 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 72 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 104 - t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.