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... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , appears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , appears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
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... peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts ...
... peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts ...
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... peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every grief is ...
... peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every grief is ...
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... peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd other- wise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan ...
... peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd other- wise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan ...
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... peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at once ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wrath to guard you from ( Which here , in ...
... peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at once ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wrath to guard you from ( Which here , in ...
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected ..., Volym 5 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1811 |
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Sida 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Sida 353 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder...
Sida 71 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Sida 352 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Sida 61 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
Sida 364 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Sida 16 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Sida 323 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Sida 366 - And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Sida 61 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.