Shakespeare's Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra

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Harper & Bros., 1893 - 222 pages
 

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Page 30 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle 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...
Page 30 - Never ; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.
Page 96 - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had...
Page 95 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! 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.
Page 74 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 14 - 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 browsedst; on the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on...
Page 139 - 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.
Page 25 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd 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.
Page 88 - The hearts That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd, That overtopp'd them all.

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