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... wind stands as never it stood , It is an ill wind turns none to good.2 A Description of the Properties of Winds . All's fish they get February's Abstract . That cometh to net . Such mistress , such Nan , Such master , such man.3 April's ...
... wind stands as never it stood , It is an ill wind turns none to good.2 A Description of the Properties of Winds . All's fish they get February's Abstract . That cometh to net . Such mistress , such Nan , Such master , such man.3 April's ...
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... wind in that corner ? Ibid . Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? No , the world must be peopled . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live ...
... wind in that corner ? Ibid . Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? No , the world must be peopled . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live ...
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... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return , With over - weathered ribs and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit . Act ii ...
... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return , With over - weathered ribs and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit . Act ii ...
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... wind , To blow on whom I please . Ibid . The ' why ' is plain as way to parish church . Ibid . If ever you have looked on better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church , If ever sat at any good man's feast . Ibid . And ...
... wind , To blow on whom I please . Ibid . The ' why ' is plain as way to parish church . Ibid . If ever you have looked on better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church , If ever sat at any good man's feast . Ibid . And ...
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... Sc . 7 . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude . Ibid . The fair , the chaste and unexpressive she . Act iii . Sc . 2 . It goes much against my stomach . Hast any phi- 44 SHAKESPEARE .
... Sc . 7 . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude . Ibid . The fair , the chaste and unexpressive she . Act iii . Sc . 2 . It goes much against my stomach . Hast any phi- 44 SHAKESPEARE .
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Seite 91 - 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...
Seite 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Seite 272 - 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...
Seite 89 - 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...
Seite 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Seite 23 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Seite 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Seite 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Seite 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.