The white chief's urn, containing poems and other contributions1850 |
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Pàgina 77
... sister , and wife ! — And heart - broken , degraded , the ruin is borne , - To be rear'd once again to a lash - branded life ? No ! -far better to die , while his Spartan - like heart Has claim'd , by its endurance , to rank with the ...
... sister , and wife ! — And heart - broken , degraded , the ruin is borne , - To be rear'd once again to a lash - branded life ? No ! -far better to die , while his Spartan - like heart Has claim'd , by its endurance , to rank with the ...
Pàgina 84
... sister , sister dear , Wherefore so fearful ? - Is not the bridegroom near , Wherefore so tearful ? — He was not false to thee ! - Though he was vow'd to me , Thine until death he'll be- Thine , only thine ! — Though he was false to me ...
... sister , sister dear , Wherefore so fearful ? - Is not the bridegroom near , Wherefore so tearful ? — He was not false to thee ! - Though he was vow'd to me , Thine until death he'll be- Thine , only thine ! — Though he was false to me ...
Pàgina 92
... sister , absent long , return'd ; He for her newer beauty yearn'd , Forgot the truth he'd fondly vow'd : Long hover'd madness , like a cloud- It burst , at length , with fiery ray , Upon false Earndolf's bridal - day ! BLIND CAPTAIN ...
... sister , absent long , return'd ; He for her newer beauty yearn'd , Forgot the truth he'd fondly vow'd : Long hover'd madness , like a cloud- It burst , at length , with fiery ray , Upon false Earndolf's bridal - day ! BLIND CAPTAIN ...
Pàgina 172
... suggests , to elicit from Cordelia an expression of the quality and extent of her affection- " What say you , to win A third more opulent than your sisters ? " We are struck at once with its inappropriate grossness , 172 CORDELIA . Another.
... suggests , to elicit from Cordelia an expression of the quality and extent of her affection- " What say you , to win A third more opulent than your sisters ? " We are struck at once with its inappropriate grossness , 172 CORDELIA . Another.
Pàgina 174
... sisters , To love my father all ! " There is a girlish sauciness in her question , " Why have my sisters husbands if they say they love you all ? " that is most true to nature , besides a shade of quiet irony that ought not to be ...
... sisters , To love my father all ! " There is a girlish sauciness in her question , " Why have my sisters husbands if they say they love you all ? " that is most true to nature , besides a shade of quiet irony that ought not to be ...
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Pàgina 172 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 191 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Pàgina 174 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better way: those happy smilets That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Pàgina 172 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply...
Pàgina 191 - And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACB. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. LADY M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Pàgina 172 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Pàgina 192 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Pàgina 185 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry "Hold, hold!
Pàgina 191 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it, then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Pàgina 193 - This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan.