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... Nature , To raine in th ' aire from earth to highest skie , To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature . Muiopotmos : or The Fate of the Butterflie . Line 209 . I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme ; From that time ...
... Nature , To raine in th ' aire from earth to highest skie , To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature . Muiopotmos : or The Fate of the Butterflie . Line 209 . I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme ; From that time ...
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... nature . Ibid . The most senseless and fit man . Ibid . You shall comprehend all vagrom men . Ibid . 2 Watch . How if a ' will not stand ? Dogb . Why , then , take no note of him , but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the ...
... nature . Ibid . The most senseless and fit man . Ibid . You shall comprehend all vagrom men . Ibid . 2 Watch . How if a ' will not stand ? Dogb . Why , then , take no note of him , but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the ...
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... Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces ... natural . Ibid . Sir To . Dost thou think , because thou art virtu- ous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo ...
... Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces ... natural . Ibid . Sir To . Dost thou think , because thou art virtu- ous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo ...
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... to this intolerable deal of sack ! Ibid . Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions . Act ui . Sc . 1 . I am not in the roll of common men . Ibid . Glen . I can call spirits from the vasty deep SHAKESPEARE . 59.
... to this intolerable deal of sack ! Ibid . Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions . Act ui . Sc . 1 . I am not in the roll of common men . Ibid . Glen . I can call spirits from the vasty deep SHAKESPEARE . 59.
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... nature , Deformed , unfinished , 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 ; Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no ...
... nature , Deformed , unfinished , 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 ; Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no ...
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91 ページ - 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...
205 ページ - 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.
272 ページ - 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...
89 ページ - 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...
79 ページ - 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.
23 ページ - 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...
52 ページ - 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.
460 ページ - 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!
59 ページ - 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
32 ページ - 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.