A Collection of Familiar Quotations: With Complete Indices of Authors and SubjectsJohn Bartlett, 1856 - 358 pages |
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... falls . FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV . Act i . Sc . 2 . Thou hast damnable iteration . Act i . Sc . 2 . ' Tis my vocation , Hal ; ' t is no sin for a labor in his vocation . man to King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - 54 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS .
... falls . FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV . Act i . Sc . 2 . Thou hast damnable iteration . Act i . Sc . 2 . ' Tis my vocation , Hal ; ' t is no sin for a labor in his vocation . man to King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - 54 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS .
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... were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion . Act ii . Sc . 4 . I was a coward on instinct . Act ii . Sc . 4 . No more of that , Hal , an thou lovest me . King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - SHAKESPEARE . 55.
... were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion . Act ii . Sc . 4 . I was a coward on instinct . Act ii . Sc . 4 . No more of that , Hal , an thou lovest me . King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - SHAKESPEARE . 55.
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With Complete Indices of Authors and Subjects John Bartlett. King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - Continued . Act ii . Sc . 4 . A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up like a bladder . Act ii . Sc . 4 . In King Cambyses vein . Act ...
With Complete Indices of Authors and Subjects John Bartlett. King Henry IV . ( Part I . ) - Continued . Act ii . Sc . 4 . A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up like a bladder . Act ii . Sc . 4 . In King Cambyses vein . Act ...
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... , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act iii . Sc . 1 . With all appliances and means to boot . King Henry IV . ( Part II . ) - SHAKESPEARE . 57.
... , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act iii . Sc . 1 . With all appliances and means to boot . King Henry IV . ( Part II . ) - SHAKESPEARE . 57.
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With Complete Indices of Authors and Subjects John Bartlett. King Henry IV . ( Part II . ) - Continued . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Like a forked radish , with a head fantastically ...
With Complete Indices of Authors and Subjects John Bartlett. King Henry IV . ( Part II . ) - Continued . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Like a forked radish , with a head fantastically ...
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Page 107 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 23 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 41 - And often did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Page 96 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 23 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 107 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days. And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 37 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 31 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 41 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them?— To die, — to sleep,— 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 wished. 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...
Page 109 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.