Shakespeare's Henry the eighth, with intr. remarks, interpretation of the text, notes &c. and a life of cardinal Wolsey, adapted for scholastic or private study by J. Hunter. (Oxf. exam. scheme). |
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... poor , by his piety , his integrity , and his benevolent and zealous exertions for the good of all . XXIII . His enemies , however , could not allow him thus to pros- per ; and before many weeks had elapsed , Wolsey was arrested on a ...
... poor , by his piety , his integrity , and his benevolent and zealous exertions for the good of all . XXIII . His enemies , however , could not allow him thus to pros- per ; and before many weeks had elapsed , Wolsey was arrested on a ...
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... poor . The two kings , though equal in lustre , were called one superior , the other inferior , according as one chanced to present himself alone , the one in sight 1 Its . Shakspeare usually employed the old neuter possessive his ; as ...
... poor . The two kings , though equal in lustre , were called one superior , the other inferior , according as one chanced to present himself alone , the one in sight 1 Its . Shakspeare usually employed the old neuter possessive his ; as ...
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... poor issue ? Nor . Grievingly I think , The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it . Buck . . Every man , After the hideous storm that followed , was A thing inspired ; and , not consulting , broke • So ...
... poor issue ? Nor . Grievingly I think , The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it . Buck . . Every man , After the hideous storm that followed , was A thing inspired ; and , not consulting , broke • So ...
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... poor Buckingham , Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on , By darkening my clear sun . My lords , farewell . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Council Chamber . Cornets . Enter KING HENRY , CARDINAL WOLSEY , the Lords of the Council ...
... poor Buckingham , Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on , By darkening my clear sun . My lords , farewell . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Council Chamber . Cornets . Enter KING HENRY , CARDINAL WOLSEY , the Lords of the Council ...
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... poor house gracea ; for which I pay them A thousand thanks , and pray them take1 their pleasures . [ Ladies chosen for the dance . The KING chooses ANNE BULLEN . K. Hen . The fairest hand I ever touched ! O , beauty , Till now 2 I never ...
... poor house gracea ; for which I pay them A thousand thanks , and pray them take1 their pleasures . [ Ladies chosen for the dance . The KING chooses ANNE BULLEN . K. Hen . The fairest hand I ever touched ! O , beauty , Till now 2 I never ...
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adjective adverb Anne answer appear attend bear better brought Buck Buckingham called cardinal cause Cham clause comes compl conscience court Cromwell dare death desire died duke Earl England English Enter expressing fall father favour fear friends Gent give governed grace Gram hand hath hear heart heaven Henry highness Holinshed honesty honour hope hour Kath Katharine king king's lady learning leave live London look lord marriage master means mind modifying never noble nominative Norfolk noun objective once Parse person play pleasure poor pray present princes qualifying queen reference regard relation royal SCENE sent Shakspeare Sir Thomas soul speak stand Suffolk tell thank things thou tongue true truth understood verb wish Wolsey
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Page 122 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Page 180 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 134 - For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
Page 132 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last, ) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Page 119 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 133 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.
Page 123 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 133 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page 120 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 180 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.