Edward the Second

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Clarendon Press, 1920 - 178 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 143 - Take them away. Lear, Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? He, that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes.
الصفحة 122 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 170 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
الصفحة 138 - To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to...
الصفحة 161 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
الصفحة 147 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
الصفحة 81 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
الصفحة 65 - plain me to the gods against them both. But when I call to mind I am a king, Methinks I should revenge me of my wrongs, That Mortimer and Isabel have done. But what are kings, when regiment is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day...
الصفحة vii - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms, And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
الصفحة 80 - Edw. Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks : Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me. Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm.

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