Works, Volume 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Noble Lord of Lancaster , The honourable father to my foe , Once did I lay an ambush for your life , - A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's ...
... Noble Lord of Lancaster , The honourable father to my foe , Once did I lay an ambush for your life , - A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's ...
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... noble breasts . What fhall I fay ? to fafeguard thine own life , The best way is to ' venge my Glo'fter's death . Gaunt . God's is the quarrel ; for God's substitutė , › His deputy anointed in his fight , Hath caus'd his death : the ...
... noble breasts . What fhall I fay ? to fafeguard thine own life , The best way is to ' venge my Glo'fter's death . Gaunt . God's is the quarrel ; for God's substitutė , › His deputy anointed in his fight , Hath caus'd his death : the ...
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... noble eye profane a tear For me , if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving Lord , I take my leave of you ; Of Of you , my noble coufin , Lord ...
... noble eye profane a tear For me , if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving Lord , I take my leave of you ; Of Of you , my noble coufin , Lord ...
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William Shakespeare. Of you , my noble coufin , Lord Aumerle * . Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , [ To Gaunt ...
William Shakespeare. Of you , my noble coufin , Lord Aumerle * . Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , [ To Gaunt ...
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... noble 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 ...
... noble 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 ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 220 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 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.
Page 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...