Discoveries in hieroglyphics, and other antiquities, in progress to which many compositions are put in a light entirely new, المجلدات 1-21813 |
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الصفحة 27
... Honour is like a widow , won 911 With brisk attempt and putting on , With ent❜ring manfully and urging , 915 Not slow approaches like a virgin . This said as yerst the Phrygian knight , So ours with rusty steel did smite His Trojan ...
... Honour is like a widow , won 911 With brisk attempt and putting on , With ent❜ring manfully and urging , 915 Not slow approaches like a virgin . This said as yerst the Phrygian knight , So ours with rusty steel did smite His Trojan ...
الصفحة 57
... honour to wage battle , Thus to be brav'd by foe to cattle ? ' 741 Not all that pride that makes thee swell As big as thou dost blown - up veal ; Nor all thy tricks and sleights to cheat , And sell thy carrion for good meat ; Not all ...
... honour to wage battle , Thus to be brav'd by foe to cattle ? ' 741 Not all that pride that makes thee swell As big as thou dost blown - up veal ; Nor all thy tricks and sleights to cheat , And sell thy carrion for good meat ; Not all ...
الصفحة 59
... honour b'ing engaged , Is so implacably enraged ; Though iron hew and mangle sore , Wood wounds and bruises honour more . And now both knights were out of breath , Tir'd in the hot pursuit of death ; 810 Whilst all the rest amaz'd stood ...
... honour b'ing engaged , Is so implacably enraged ; Though iron hew and mangle sore , Wood wounds and bruises honour more . And now both knights were out of breath , Tir'd in the hot pursuit of death ; 810 Whilst all the rest amaz'd stood ...
الصفحة 67
... honour Of his destruction : I that am A nothingness in deed and name , Did scorn to hurt his forfeit carcase , Or ill intreat his fiddle or case : Will you , great Sir , that glory blot In cold blood , which you gain'd in hot ? Will you ...
... honour Of his destruction : I that am A nothingness in deed and name , Did scorn to hurt his forfeit carcase , Or ill intreat his fiddle or case : Will you , great Sir , that glory blot In cold blood , which you gain'd in hot ? Will you ...
الصفحة 68
Robert Deverell. Th ' honour can but on one side light , As worship did when y ' were dubb'd knight . Wherefore I think it better far , To keep him prisoner of war ; And let him fast in bonds abide 1075 At court of justice to be try'd ...
Robert Deverell. Th ' honour can but on one side light , As worship did when y ' were dubb'd knight . Wherefore I think it better far , To keep him prisoner of war ; And let him fast in bonds abide 1075 At court of justice to be try'd ...
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الصفحة 84 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
الصفحة 50 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught : leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
الصفحة 68 - Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true, 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
الصفحة 15 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
الصفحة 47 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
الصفحة 38 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
الصفحة 108 - Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very...
الصفحة 103 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
الصفحة 224 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
الصفحة 92 - No ; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...