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Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost ,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd
son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these ...
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost ,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd
son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these ...
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Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this
blood From cold and empty veins , where no blood dwells ; Thy deed , inhuman ,
and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God , which this blood ...
Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this
blood From cold and empty veins , where no blood dwells ; Thy deed , inhuman ,
and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God , which this blood ...
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And so he vanishid : Then came wand'ring by A shadow like an angel , with
bright hair Dabbled in blood ; 8 and he shriek'd out aloud , Clarence is come -
false , fleeting , perjur'd Clarence , That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ;
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And so he vanishid : Then came wand'ring by A shadow like an angel , with
bright hair Dabbled in blood ; 8 and he shriek'd out aloud , Clarence is come -
false , fleeting , perjur'd Clarence , That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ;
Seize on ...
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How many Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless ) throne :
Welcome , destruction , blood , and massacre ! I see , as in a map , the end of all .
Duch . Accursed and unquiet wrangling days ! of you have mine eyes beheld ?
How many Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless ) throne :
Welcome , destruction , blood , and massacre ! I see , as in a map , the end of all .
Duch . Accursed and unquiet wrangling days ! of you have mine eyes beheld ?
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A grandam's name is little less in love , Than is the doting title of a mother ; They
are as children , but one step below , Even of your mettle , of your very blood ;? 7
Say , that I did & c . ) This and the following fifty - four lines , ending with the ...
A grandam's name is little less in love , Than is the doting title of a mother ; They
are as children , but one step below , Even of your mettle , of your very blood ;? 7
Say , that I did & c . ) This and the following fifty - four lines , ending with the ...
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Seite 291 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 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.
Seite 12 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 310 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Seite 207 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Seite 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Seite 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 175 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Seite 296 - 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...
Seite 295 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 11 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Isaac Reed |
| Verlag | C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 28. Dez. 2006 |
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