The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 頁 |
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... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.- O ...
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.- O ...
第 15 頁
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ' Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ' Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
第 17 頁
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
第 27 頁
... hear me . If Heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's world's ...
... hear me . If Heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's world's ...
第 30 頁
... hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I never did ...
... hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I never did ...
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第 201 頁 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
第 183 頁 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
第 203 頁 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
第 201 頁 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 196 頁 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
第 202 頁 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
第 34 頁 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
第 204 頁 - ... carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
第 204 頁 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第 210 頁 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...