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Seite 139 - And Jacob begat Joseph the husband of Mary, of whom was born Jesus, who is called Christ.
Seite 173 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Seite 211 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog...
Seite 284 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Seite 147 - Which remain among the graves, and lodge in the monuments ; which eat swine's flesh, and broth of abominable things is in their vessels ; 5 Which say, Stand by thyself, come not near to me ; for I am holier than thou.
Seite 174 - And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other...
Seite 178 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring 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!
Seite 183 - 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.
Seite 140 - And Jesus himself began to be about thirty years of age, being (as was supposed) the son of Joseph...