Shakespeare's Tragedy of Anthony and Cleoparta

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Harper & brothers, 1881 - 222 pagina's

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Pagina 157 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Pagina 123 - I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
Pagina 40 - Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Pagina 124 - Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings.
Pagina 125 - If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear By external swelling : but she looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.
Pagina 109 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pagina 13 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.
Pagina 194 - And the lord commended the unjust steward, because he had done wisely : for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.
Pagina 26 - Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at : thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge ; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed'st : on the Alps, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on : and- all this (It wounds thine honor that I speak it now) Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek So much as lank'd not. Lep. 'Tis pity...
Pagina 102 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. EROS. It does, my lord. ANTONY. My good knave Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body. Here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.

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