The Stoddard Library: Shakespeare-TaineG.L. Shuman & Company, 1910 |
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... fear . Corn . Shut up your doors , my lord ; ' tis a wild night : My Regan counsels well : come out o ' the storm . A heath [ Exeunt . Storm still . Enter KENT and a GENTLEMAN , meeting . Kent . Who's there , besides foul weather ? Gent ...
... fear . Corn . Shut up your doors , my lord ; ' tis a wild night : My Regan counsels well : come out o ' the storm . A heath [ Exeunt . Storm still . Enter KENT and a GENTLEMAN , meeting . Kent . Who's there , besides foul weather ? Gent ...
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... fear not but you shall , — show her this ring , And she will tell you who your fellow is That yet you do not know . Fie on this storm ! I will go seek the king . Gent . Have you no more to say ? Give me your hand : Kent . Few words ...
... fear not but you shall , — show her this ring , And she will tell you who your fellow is That yet you do not know . Fie on this storm ! I will go seek the king . Gent . Have you no more to say ? Give me your hand : Kent . Few words ...
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... fear . Lear . Let the great gods , That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads , Find out their enemies now . Tremble , thou wretch , That hast within thee undivulged crimes , Unwhipp'd of justice : hide thee , thou bloody hand ; Thou ...
... fear . Lear . Let the great gods , That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads , Find out their enemies now . Tremble , thou wretch , That hast within thee undivulged crimes , Unwhipp'd of justice : hide thee , thou bloody hand ; Thou ...
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... fear : The lamentable change is from the best ; The worst returns to laughter . Welcome then , Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace ! The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts . But who comes here ...
... fear : The lamentable change is from the best ; The worst returns to laughter . Welcome then , Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace ! The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts . But who comes here ...
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... fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . 50 SHAKESPEARE Who you saw sitting by me on the turf ...
... fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . 50 SHAKESPEARE Who you saw sitting by me on the turf ...
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Page 119 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 109 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven!
Page 62 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 118 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 133 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 121 - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 126 - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Page 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 11 - Stain my man's cheeks ! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 125 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.