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Pàgina 10
... how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 10 AMBITION .
... how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 10 AMBITION .
Pàgina 25
Behold , my Lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of his frown , his forehead ; nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin , and cheek ; his smiles ; The ...
Behold , my Lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of his frown , his forehead ; nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin , and cheek ; his smiles ; The ...
Pàgina 29
Seek none , conspi- racy , Hide it in smiles and affability : " For if thou path , thy native semblance on , Not Erebus itself were dim enough , To hide thee from prevention . Between the acting of a dreadful thing , And the first ...
Seek none , conspi- racy , Hide it in smiles and affability : " For if thou path , thy native semblance on , Not Erebus itself were dim enough , To hide thee from prevention . Between the acting of a dreadful thing , And the first ...
Pàgina 35
... like favorites , Made proud by princes , that advance their pride . Against that power that bred it . Live loath'd , and long , Most smiling , smooth , detested parasites , Courteous destroyers , affable wolves ...
... like favorites , Made proud by princes , that advance their pride . Against that power that bred it . Live loath'd , and long , Most smiling , smooth , detested parasites , Courteous destroyers , affable wolves ...
Pàgina 42
Spare not the babe , Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ; Think it a bastard , whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it sans remorse . Was this a face To be expos'd against the ...
Spare not the babe , Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ; Think it a bastard , whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it sans remorse . Was this a face To be expos'd against the ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ambition arms bear beauty blood breath Byron's clouds Cowper's Task curse dare dark dead death deeds deep doth dread dream Dryden's earth eyes face fair fall fate fear feel fire fool fortune gentle give grace grave grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human Ibid Italy keep king leave light live look lord Milton's Paradise Lost mind morning nature never night noble o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poor reason round Rowe's slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit stand storm strange sweet tears tell thee things Thomson's thou thought thousand tongue true turn virtue wind wise woman wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 52 - 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...
Pàgina 7 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Pàgina 53 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pàgina 238 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pàgina 10 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 75 - 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.
Pàgina 46 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 133 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 126 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Pàgina 145 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.