Charles I: A Dramatic Poem : Containing Also General Remarks on Some of the Beautiful Plays of Shakspeare [sic]Dhana-Sindhu Press, 1865 - 160 pages |
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... there was upon the exercise of that will , no minister ventured to give advice upon any point of important nature ; in those days heirs apparent to grand empires upon their ascending the throne became so cruel as may be considered VI.
... there was upon the exercise of that will , no minister ventured to give advice upon any point of important nature ; in those days heirs apparent to grand empires upon their ascending the throne became so cruel as may be considered VI.
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... nature . Laud . My liege , your enemies are great , And many , and even those who were your Father's friends have now become foes ; Never was monarch more dishonored , And hated by his subjects than your Majesty there's not I think a ...
... nature . Laud . My liege , your enemies are great , And many , and even those who were your Father's friends have now become foes ; Never was monarch more dishonored , And hated by his subjects than your Majesty there's not I think a ...
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... natural cheerfulness . My vivacity has forsaken me , And indeed am I seized with so many Melancholy reflection that this earth Adorned with ... nature joyous by unveiling its Light , gives me no satisfaction These birds that warble [ 32 ]
... natural cheerfulness . My vivacity has forsaken me , And indeed am I seized with so many Melancholy reflection that this earth Adorned with ... nature joyous by unveiling its Light , gives me no satisfaction These birds that warble [ 32 ]
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... natural death in your country Secure of thunder's roaring and fartune's shot Far beyoud th ' reach of pale envy's attack I shall think myself happy ! sure you know me ? Doorkeeper . I know not Sir , who are you ? King . I shall not tell ...
... natural death in your country Secure of thunder's roaring and fartune's shot Far beyoud th ' reach of pale envy's attack I shall think myself happy ! sure you know me ? Doorkeeper . I know not Sir , who are you ? King . I shall not tell ...
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... nature in our hands than you Imagine , we shall be therefore very Short with you ; ' tis the pleasure of th ' army That you shall be committed to prison , Where being but a private man , you shall Know several persons accuse you of ...
... nature in our hands than you Imagine , we shall be therefore very Short with you ; ' tis the pleasure of th ' army That you shall be committed to prison , Where being but a private man , you shall Know several persons accuse you of ...
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Page 12 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears: — why she, even she, — O God!
Page 35 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Page 10 - No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...
Page 42 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Page 26 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, 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.
Page 44 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men,— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Page 7 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 42 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 42 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 11 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.