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He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was
cold. With that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his
armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head; and
, ...
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was
cold. With that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his
armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head; and
, ...
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You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young. You measure
the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we that are in the
vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. - Ch. Just. Do you set down
your ...
You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young. You measure
the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we that are in the
vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. - Ch. Just. Do you set down
your ...
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The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; These words of yours draw life-
blood from my heart: On that advantage, bought with such a shame, (To save a
paltry life, and slay bright fame,) Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The
coward ...
The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; These words of yours draw life-
blood from my heart: On that advantage, bought with such a shame, (To save a
paltry life, and slay bright fame,) Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The
coward ...
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Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, Now my old arms are young John
Talbot's grave. [Dies. Alarums. Eveunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two
bodies. Enter CHARLEs, ALENGON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and
Forces.
Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, Now my old arms are young John
Talbot's grave. [Dies. Alarums. Eveunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two
bodies. Enter CHARLEs, ALENGON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and
Forces.
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Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick P Not his that spoils her young before
her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? Not he that sets his foot
upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on ; 'And doves will ...
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick P Not his that spoils her young before
her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? Not he that sets his foot
upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on ; 'And doves will ...
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Seite 52 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Seite 152 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 144 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Seite 472 - 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 472 - Passed over to the end they were created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, * Than doth a rich, embroidered canopy * To kings, that fear, their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.
Seite 262 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy ; — This brawl to-day Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden. Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Seite 153 - That those whom you called fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding — which I doubt not — For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry...
Seite 117 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...