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第 518 頁 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
第 454 頁 - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
第 8 頁 - Palamon, unmarried ; •The sweet embraces of a loving wife, •Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids, •Shall never clasp our necks ; no issue know us, •No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, •To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em •Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say * Remember what your fathers were, and conquer...
第 340 頁 - Vent. Are you Antony ? I'm liker what I was, than you to him I left you last. Ant. I'm angry. Vent. So am I.
第 416 頁 - ... with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself. Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red ; Cold palsy shook her head ; her hands...
第 125 頁 - A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning? Let me be corrected To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend. PHI. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, That, trust me, I could weep to part with thee.
第 8 頁 - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.
第 132 頁 - em false as were my hopes, I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert To blame to injure me, for I must love Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon Thy tender youth : a love from me to thee Is firm, whate'er thou dost : it troubles me That I have called the blood out of thy cheeks, That did so well become thee.
第 359 頁 - I'll never strive against it; but die pleased, To think you once were mine. Ant. Good heaven, they weep at parting ! Must I weep too ? That calls them innocent. I must not weep; and yet I must, to think That I must not forgive. — Live, but live wretched; 'tis but just you should, Who made me so. Live from each other's sight: Let me not hear you meet: set all the earth, And all the seas, betwixt your sundered loves : View nothing common but the sun and skies.