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Page 49
The apparitions which he sees haunt him only in his sleep ; nor does he live like
Macbeth in a waking dream . Macbeth has considerable energy and manliness of
character ; but then he is “ subject to all the skyey influences . " He is sure of ...
The apparitions which he sees haunt him only in his sleep ; nor does he live like
Macbeth in a waking dream . Macbeth has considerable energy and manliness of
character ; but then he is “ subject to all the skyey influences . " He is sure of ...
Page 128
... and sometimes voices , That if I then had waked after long sleep , Would make
me sleep again ; and then in dreaming , The clouds methought would open , and
shew riches Ready to drop upon me : when I wak'd I cried to dream again .
... and sometimes voices , That if I then had waked after long sleep , Would make
me sleep again ; and then in dreaming , The clouds methought would open , and
shew riches Ready to drop upon me : when I wak'd I cried to dream again .
Page 151
His “ frail thoughts dally with faint surmise , ” and are fashioned out of the
suggestions of hope , “ the fatteries of sleep . ” He is himself only in his Juliet ; she
is his only reality , his heart's true home and idol . The rest of the world is to him a
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His “ frail thoughts dally with faint surmise , ” and are fashioned out of the
suggestions of hope , “ the fatteries of sleep . ” He is himself only in his Juliet ; she
is his only reality , his heart's true home and idol . The rest of the world is to him a
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Page 205
... thrice gorgeous ceremony , Not all these , laid in bed majestical , Can sleep so
soundly as the wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets
him to rest , cramm'd with distressful bread , Never sees horrid night , the child of
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... thrice gorgeous ceremony , Not all these , laid in bed majestical , Can sleep so
soundly as the wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets
him to rest , cramm'd with distressful bread , Never sees horrid night , the child of
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Page 299
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep
, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grosely fear'st Thy death , which is no more .
Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of
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For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep
, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grosely fear'st Thy death , which is no more .
Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of
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Page 179 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 129 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 54 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Page 253 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Page 256 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 297 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Page 320 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 171 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 172 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 156 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...