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... blood rushes into my cheeks , and I appear a per- fect full - blown rose ; in short , I am commonly known by the ap- pellation of ' The Bashful Man . ' The consciousness of this un- happy failing , made me formerly avoid that social ...
... blood rushes into my cheeks , and I appear a per- fect full - blown rose ; in short , I am commonly known by the ap- pellation of ' The Bashful Man . ' The consciousness of this un- happy failing , made me formerly avoid that social ...
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... blood , which oozed through a dirty rag tied over a recent wound on his scalp , applied to a magistrate for a warrant , when the following dialogue took place Mag . Well Pat , ( for his countenance operated as a sort of finger - post ...
... blood , which oozed through a dirty rag tied over a recent wound on his scalp , applied to a magistrate for a warrant , when the following dialogue took place Mag . Well Pat , ( for his countenance operated as a sort of finger - post ...
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... blood that is in thee swells in thy indignant pain ; Till careless eyes , which rest on thee , may count each started vein . Will they ill use thee ? If I thought - but no it cannot be- Thou art so swift , yet easy curbed , so gentle ...
... blood that is in thee swells in thy indignant pain ; Till careless eyes , which rest on thee , may count each started vein . Will they ill use thee ? If I thought - but no it cannot be- Thou art so swift , yet easy curbed , so gentle ...
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... blood - dyed waters murmuring far below , The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way— Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark , as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call : Earth ...
... blood - dyed waters murmuring far below , The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way— Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark , as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call : Earth ...
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... blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and foremost fighting fell ! Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale , which but an hour ago Blush'd at ...
... blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and foremost fighting fell ! Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale , which but an hour ago Blush'd at ...
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arms Ashfield battle of Malplaquet Bill bless blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Calais Capt coach cried Cushendall dark dead dear death derry devil Dick dinner Eugenius eyes face fair father fellow fire flure gentlemen Geoffrey Owen give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope Iago Jack JOHN ANDERSON jonteel lady larn laugh live look Lord ma'am master mind morning mysen neighbours never night Number Numps o'er pardon pittayatees poor pray round Sally Samian wine scene shoes sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul soup maigre squire Stick stood sure t'other tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Twas Vaiter Vell what's wife wind woice word worship Yorick young Zounds
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Страница 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Страница 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Страница 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Страница 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Страница 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Страница 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Страница 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Страница 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Страница 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Страница 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...