Works ...

Cover
Amer. Book Company, 1908

Im Buch

Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen

Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen

Beliebte Passagen

Seite 114 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Seite 126 - Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days.
Seite 79 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie in treasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time ; And, by the necessary form of this, King Richard might create a perfect guess.
Seite 76 - O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 111 - It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it ; makes it apprehensive,* quick, fprgetive.t full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes ; which delivered o'er to the voice (the tongue), which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
Seite 82 - tis certain ; very sure, very sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die.
Seite 217 - The Auncient Order, Society, and Unitie laudable of Prince Arthure and his Knightly Armory of the Round Table.
Seite 77 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 26 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Seite 48 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a seacoal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to many me and make me my lady thy wife.

Bibliografische Informationen