What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
American Arthur Hoffman artist asked beautiful Berber better Blunt boat called charm Chestnut Hill Christabel color cried Crittenden dark dear door dress Easter England English Eusebia eyes face father feel feet festival flour followed G. P. Putnam's Sons Gale Germantown girl give ground hand HAWAII PONOI head heard heart hills horses hour hundred Indian Julian Hawthorne Ketchum Killcare lady laugh leave Lida light lived look Madame Martinez ment mind Miss Dudley morning Morristown mother nature ness never night once Othello painted passed Paxton Boys picture pretty replied Saloma Sebia seemed Shendy Sherborne side smile stood story Suakin talk tell thing thought tion told took town trees Tuckeyho turned voice walk Westminster woman women words young
Page 641 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Page 511 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 639 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 111 - They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page 641 - Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Page 641 - Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!
Page 118 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Page 330 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.