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... sweet ( Faerie Queene , 1. x . 7 ) . SCENE 11 . full " give me leave to speak " in Q , which has already occurred in both texts ( 1. i . 120 above ) . See again , III . iii . 22 below . 2. play the orator ] See note , 1 Henry VI . iv ...
... sweet ( Faerie Queene , 1. x . 7 ) . SCENE 11 . full " give me leave to speak " in Q , which has already occurred in both texts ( 1. i . 120 above ) . See again , III . iii . 22 below . 2. play the orator ] See note , 1 Henry VI . iv ...
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... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown , 25 . quietly reign ] 8-10 . York . have sworne that he shall . one year ] 11 , 12. But I 18-20 . No speak ] contention , about that which concernes your selfe and vs , The crowne of England father Q ...
... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown , 25 . quietly reign ] 8-10 . York . have sworne that he shall . one year ] 11 , 12. But I 18-20 . No speak ] contention , about that which concernes your selfe and vs , The crowne of England father Q ...
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... sweet fruition of an earthly crown . " 30. circuit ] " circlet " or " circulet " is Spenser's word in Mother Hubberds Tale ; " Circulet of Golde " and " golden Circlet " both occur ( 11. 640- 643 ) . See " golden circuit on my head ...
... sweet fruition of an earthly crown . " 30. circuit ] " circlet " or " circulet " is Spenser's word in Mother Hubberds Tale ; " Circulet of Golde " and " golden Circlet " both occur ( 11. 640- 643 ) . See " golden circuit on my head ...
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... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subject for thy wrath ; Be thou revenged on men , and let me live . Clif . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words ...
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subject for thy wrath ; Be thou revenged on men , and let me live . Clif . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words ...
Seite 33
... sweet Rutland's obsequies , And every drop cries vengeance for his death , ' Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , false Frenchwoman . North . Beshrew me , but his passions move me so That hardly can I check my eyes from tears . York ...
... sweet Rutland's obsequies , And every drop cries vengeance for his death , ' Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , false Frenchwoman . North . Beshrew me , but his passions move me so That hardly can I check my eyes from tears . York ...
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Seite 66 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 95 - I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Seite 165 - The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.