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... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , ap- pears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , ap- pears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
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... peace of the present !, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- chance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good ...
... peace of the present !, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- chance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good ...
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... peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir . Seb . One : -Tell . Gon . When every grief ...
... peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir . Seb . One : -Tell . Gon . When every grief ...
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... peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd oth- erwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan ...
... peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd oth- erwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan ...
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... shores , yea , all the creatures , Against your peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , ( 1 ) Down , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at Scene III . 59 TEMPEST .
... shores , yea , all the creatures , Against your peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , ( 1 ) Down , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at Scene III . 59 TEMPEST .
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Página 71 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Página 374 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 71 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
Página 73 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Página 358 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Página 27 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 275 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 138 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Página 336 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely...
Página 44 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.