Works, Band 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... uncle , let this end where it begun ; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk , you your in . Gaunt . To be a make - peace fhall become my age ;. Throw down , my fon , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt ...
... uncle , let this end where it begun ; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk , you your in . Gaunt . To be a make - peace fhall become my age ;. Throw down , my fon , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt ...
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... Uncle , even in the glaffes of thine eyes I fee thy grieved heart , thy fad alpect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away ; fix frozen winter's spent , Return with welcome home from banishment . Boling . How long a ...
... Uncle , even in the glaffes of thine eyes I fee thy grieved heart , thy fad alpect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away ; fix frozen winter's spent , Return with welcome home from banishment . Boling . How long a ...
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... uncle ? Thou haft many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , King , that thou canst give ; Shorten my days thou canst with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help Time to furrow me with ...
... uncle ? Thou haft many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , King , that thou canst give ; Shorten my days thou canst with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help Time to furrow me with ...
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... uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What comfort , man ? How is't with aged Gaunt * ? Gaunt . Ill in myself , but feeing thee too , ill . Thy death - bed is no leffer than the land , Wherein thou lieft in reputation fick ; And thou , too ...
... uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What comfort , man ? How is't with aged Gaunt * ? Gaunt . Ill in myself , but feeing thee too , ill . Thy death - bed is no leffer than the land , Wherein thou lieft in reputation fick ; And thou , too ...
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... uncle Gaunt did ftand poffefs'd . York . How long fhall I be patient ! Oh , how long Shall tender duty make me fuffer wrong ! Not Glo'fter's death , not Hereford's banishment , Not Gaunt's rebukes , nor England's private wrongs , Nor ...
... uncle Gaunt did ftand poffefs'd . York . How long fhall I be patient ! Oh , how long Shall tender duty make me fuffer wrong ! Not Glo'fter's death , not Hereford's banishment , Not Gaunt's rebukes , nor England's private wrongs , Nor ...
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Seite 304 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Seite 162 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Seite 41 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Seite 196 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 86 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Seite 274 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Seite 291 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Seite 220 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Seite 72 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Seite 64 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...