Histories and poemsSully and Kleinteich, 1901 |
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... weeping joys ; Such is the fulness of my heart's content . Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . All . [ Kneeling . ] Long live Queen Margaret , England's hap piness ! Queen . We thank you all . Suff . My Lord Protector , so ...
... weeping joys ; Such is the fulness of my heart's content . Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . All . [ Kneeling . ] Long live Queen Margaret , England's hap piness ! Queen . We thank you all . Suff . My Lord Protector , so ...
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... weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? War . For grief that they are past recovery : For , were there hope to conquer them again , My sword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears . Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both ; Those ...
... weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? War . For grief that they are past recovery : For , were there hope to conquer them again , My sword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears . Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both ; Those ...
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... Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof , While all is shar'd and all is borne away , Ready to starve and dare not touch his own : So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue , While ...
... Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof , While all is shar'd and all is borne away , Ready to starve and dare not touch his own : So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue , While ...
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... weep , and ' twixt each groan Say , Who's a traitor ? Gloucester he is none . 220 [ Exeunt all but Queen , Cardinal Beaufort , Suffolk , and York ; Somerset remains apart . Queen . Fair lords , cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams ...
... weep , and ' twixt each groan Say , Who's a traitor ? Gloucester he is none . 220 [ Exeunt all but Queen , Cardinal Beaufort , Suffolk , and York ; Somerset remains apart . Queen . Fair lords , cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams ...
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... weeping , sick with groans , Look pale as primrose with blood - drinking sighs , And all to have the noble Duke alive . What know I how the world may deem of me ? For it is known we were but hollow friends : It may be judg'd I made the ...
... weeping , sick with groans , Look pale as primrose with blood - drinking sighs , And all to have the noble Duke alive . What know I how the world may deem of me ? For it is known we were but hollow friends : It may be judg'd I made the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarum Anne art thou bear beauty blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lords false father fear foul France friends Gent gentle give Glou Glou'ster Gloucester grace gracious grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry kiss lady leave live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings love's Lucrece madam majesty Murd murther never night noble pity poor pray Prince Queen quoth Rich Richard SCENE shame Sir Thomas Lovell Somerset sorrow soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue traitor unto Warwick weep wilt words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 873 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 874 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed. That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Seite 857 - Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Seite 868 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Seite 541 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 733 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. 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.
Seite 734 - 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!
Seite 872 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 489 - Be brave, then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer...
Seite 731 - 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 opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...