The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volume 14J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... says , " Yes " . Appellee says , " Yes " . 2. If Trial Court had jurisdiction , are not motions . to set aside Decree unseasonably filed , and Trial Court without authority to rule on said motions ? Trial Court says , " Yes " . Appellee ...
... says , " Yes " . Appellee says , " Yes " . 2. If Trial Court had jurisdiction , are not motions . to set aside Decree unseasonably filed , and Trial Court without authority to rule on said motions ? Trial Court says , " Yes " . Appellee ...
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... says He is. He will do everything the word says He will do. We are what the word says we are. If God says we are strong, we are. If He says we are healed, we are. So,
... says He is. He will do everything the word says He will do. We are what the word says we are. If God says we are strong, we are. If He says we are healed, we are. So,
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... say. “You only have a few more minutes and your window to have the IV medication is gone,” the neurologist says. I remember his face. He was at the stroke and A-Fib seminar Bill and I went to a couple of weeks ago. Bill looked at him ...
... say. “You only have a few more minutes and your window to have the IV medication is gone,” the neurologist says. I remember his face. He was at the stroke and A-Fib seminar Bill and I went to a couple of weeks ago. Bill looked at him ...
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LEE E. BANTA. The world says, “Shoot first and ask questions later.” *The Word says, “Be not hasty in your spirit to be angry: for anger rests in the bosom of fools.” (Ecclesiastes 7:9). The world says, “Seeing is believing.” *The Word says ...
LEE E. BANTA. The world says, “Shoot first and ask questions later.” *The Word says, “Be not hasty in your spirit to be angry: for anger rests in the bosom of fools.” (Ecclesiastes 7:9). The world says, “Seeing is believing.” *The Word says ...
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... says something against the Son of Man can be forgiven; but whoever says something against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven --- now or ever. Peter's rebuke of the couple is that they “deceived the Holy Spirit.” The couple's deceptive ...
... says something against the Son of Man can be forgiven; but whoever says something against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven --- now or ever. Peter's rebuke of the couple is that they “deceived the Holy Spirit.” The couple's deceptive ...
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ANNE battle blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford copy crown daughter dead death doth DUCH Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond editors ELIZ England Enter Exeunt eyes father fear folio France friends gentle grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York John JOHNSON King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III lady Lancaster live lord Hastings MALONE Margaret means Montague mother MURD noble old play old quarto passage piece prince printed quarto quartos read queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff RICH Richard Duke Richmond RITSON Saint Saint Albans says scene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt slain Somerset soul speak speech Stanley STEEVENS sweet tell thee THEOBALD thine thou Tower Tragedie of Richarde true Tragedie unto WARBURTON Warwick weep word
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Page 325 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 324 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
Page 322 - That, as I am a christian faithful man,' I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 507 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Page 324 - Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Page 200 - 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.
Page 217 - Yes trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide, supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you: and being an absolute Johannes fac totum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shake-scene in a countrie.
Page 206 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 507 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Page 272 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up— And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...