Letters on the English Nation, 第 2 卷S. Crowder, 1755 |
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... with a little act upon the blood , Burn like the mines of fulphur . At feeing Othello enter , he continues , Look where he comes ! not poppy nor mandragora , Nor all the drowfy fyrups of the world , Shall • Shall ever medicine thee to ...
... with a little act upon the blood , Burn like the mines of fulphur . At feeing Othello enter , he continues , Look where he comes ! not poppy nor mandragora , Nor all the drowfy fyrups of the world , Shall • Shall ever medicine thee to ...
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第 245 頁 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
第 242 頁 - Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, — Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my wak'd wrath ! lago.
第 241 頁 - I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known...
第 245 頁 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
第 241 頁 - That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
第 73 頁 - ... of discovering the perpetual motion. During a period of thirty years, he never went abroad but once, which was when he was obliged to take the oath of allegiance to King George the First ; this was also the only time he changed his shirt and clothes, or shaved himself, during the whole time of his retirement.
第 293 頁 - O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: No, sir, you must not kneel. Lear. Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
第 286 頁 - Train together; Degenerate Viper, I'll not stay with Thee! I yet have left a Daughter. Serpent, Monster! Lessen my Train and call 'em riotous?
第 238 頁 - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
第 294 頁 - Push, push the Battle, and the Day's our own. Their Ranks are broke, down with Albany. Who holds my Hands? O thou deceiving Sleep, I was this very Minute on the Chace; And now a Prisoner here. — What mean the Slaves? You will not murder me? CORD. Help, Earth and Heaven! For your Souls sake, dear Sirs, and for the Gods.
書目資訊
| 書名 | Letters on the English Nation, 第 2 卷 Letters on the English Nation, John Shebbeare |
| 作者 | John Shebbeare |
| 譯者 | John Shebbeare |
| 版本 | 2 |
| 出版者 | S. Crowder, 1755 |
| 來源： | 密西根大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2007年6月5日 |
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