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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... shewn her regard for the religion of her subjects , but has also further declared in her gracious proclamation that all classes of her subjects of India irrespective of considerations of color and creed shall be equally entitled to the ...
... shewn her regard for the religion of her subjects , but has also further declared in her gracious proclamation that all classes of her subjects of India irrespective of considerations of color and creed shall be equally entitled to the ...
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... shewn paternal affection ! Alas I did not deserve such return From them ! Page . Let me beseech your majesty not to be Overwhelmed with much sorrow . King . Ah boy ! Can I have patience when I Am bereft of my crown , palace , and throne ...
... shewn paternal affection ! Alas I did not deserve such return From them ! Page . Let me beseech your majesty not to be Overwhelmed with much sorrow . King . Ah boy ! Can I have patience when I Am bereft of my crown , palace , and throne ...
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... mortal career was com pleted . His rage knew no bounds at the great in- dignity shewn to him by those whose welfare lies always near his heart . On a certain day it so } happened that a great storm took place at Eng- land [ 22 ]
... mortal career was com pleted . His rage knew no bounds at the great in- dignity shewn to him by those whose welfare lies always near his heart . On a certain day it so } happened that a great storm took place at Eng- land [ 22 ]
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... shewn to Dr Cranmer and it was managed with reason and heat which may be usually expected at such a time . Cran . My good lords , hitherto , in all the progress . Both of my life and offiice , I have labor'd And with no little study ...
... shewn to Dr Cranmer and it was managed with reason and heat which may be usually expected at such a time . Cran . My good lords , hitherto , in all the progress . Both of my life and offiice , I have labor'd And with no little study ...
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... only doth belong to thee ! When Cardinal Beaufort bishop of Winches- ter died and as the Cardinal had shewn several signs of his leading a vicious life , the monarch 19 [ 63 ] And yet good Humphrey is the hour to come, ...
... only doth belong to thee ! When Cardinal Beaufort bishop of Winches- ter died and as the Cardinal had shewn several signs of his leading a vicious life , the monarch 19 [ 63 ] And yet good Humphrey is the hour to come, ...
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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.