The Quarterly review, Količina 49Murray, 1833 |
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Stran 8
... give over these things , or lay them by for a time , and bend all their endeavours to make the king rich ! For it gives me no satisfaction , who am but a looker on , to see a rich commonwealth , a rich people , and the crown poor . God ...
... give over these things , or lay them by for a time , and bend all their endeavours to make the king rich ! For it gives me no satisfaction , who am but a looker on , to see a rich commonwealth , a rich people , and the crown poor . God ...
Stran 11
... give me leave to con- gratulate my own felicity that hath directed this comedy unto you , who wear your nobleness with more security than titles , and a name that continues bright and impassable among the constellations in our sphere of ...
... give me leave to con- gratulate my own felicity that hath directed this comedy unto you , who wear your nobleness with more security than titles , and a name that continues bright and impassable among the constellations in our sphere of ...
Stran 12
... give up their murmuring breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads ...
... give up their murmuring breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads ...
Stran 18
... give away myself : Your hearts were promis'd , but he ne'er had mine . Am not I wretched too ? Ami . Alas , poor maid ! We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I prithee , When thou art married , love him , prithee love him , For he esteems ...
... give away myself : Your hearts were promis'd , but he ne'er had mine . Am not I wretched too ? Ami . Alas , poor maid ! We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I prithee , When thou art married , love him , prithee love him , For he esteems ...
Stran 19
... Give cause I should suspect him to forsake me ; A constant lover , one whose lips , though cold , Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed Be not adorn'd with roses , ' twill be green ; We shall have virgin laurel , cypress , yew ...
... Give cause I should suspect him to forsake me ; A constant lover , one whose lips , though cold , Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed Be not adorn'd with roses , ' twill be green ; We shall have virgin laurel , cypress , yew ...
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Stran 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Stran 12 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim...
Stran 197 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Stran 194 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Stran 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Stran 85 - ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Stran 186 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Stran 455 - Quando fui desto innanzi la dimane, Pianger senti' fra '1 sonno i miei figliuoli, Ch' erano meco, e dimandar del pane.
Stran 194 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Stran 459 - The land that gave me birth Is situate on the coast, where Po descends To rest in ocean with his sequent streams. ' Love that in gentle heart is quickly learnt Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still ; ' Love that denial takes from none beloved Caught me with pleasing him so passing well That as thou seest, he yet deserts me not. ' Love brought us to one death; Caina waits The soul who spilt our life.