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... youth , our joys , our all we have , And pays us but with age and dust ; Who , in the dark and silent grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God ...
... youth , our joys , our all we have , And pays us but with age and dust ; Who , in the dark and silent grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God ...
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... youth have ever homely wits . The Two Gentlemen of Verona . Act i . Sc . 1 . I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . O , how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ...
... youth have ever homely wits . The Two Gentlemen of Verona . Act i . Sc . 1 . I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . O , how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ...
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... will open . Act ii . Sc . 2 . This is the short and the long of it . Ibid . Unless experience be a jewel . Ibid . Like a fair house , built on another man's ground . Ibid . We have some salt of our youth in us . 22 SHAKESPEARE .
... will open . Act ii . Sc . 2 . This is the short and the long of it . Ibid . Unless experience be a jewel . Ibid . Like a fair house , built on another man's ground . Ibid . We have some salt of our youth in us . 22 SHAKESPEARE .
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Familiar quotations John Bartlett. We have some salt of our youth in us . The Merry Wives of Windsor . Act ii . Sc . 3 . I cannot tell what the dickens his name is . Act iii . Sc . 2 . who was in the basket ! What a taking was he in when ...
Familiar quotations John Bartlett. We have some salt of our youth in us . The Merry Wives of Windsor . Act ii . Sc . 3 . I cannot tell what the dickens his name is . Act iii . Sc . 2 . who was in the basket ! What a taking was he in when ...
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... Ibid . I am not only witty in myself , but the cause that wit is in other men . Act i . Sc . 2 . Some smack of age in you , some relish of the salt- ness of time . Ibid . We that are in the vaward of our youth . 62 SHAKESPEARE .
... Ibid . I am not only witty in myself , but the cause that wit is in other men . Act i . Sc . 2 . Some smack of age in you , some relish of the salt- ness of time . Ibid . We that are in the vaward of our youth . 62 SHAKESPEARE .
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Page 91 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Page 272 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 89 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 23 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.