From “Hamlet,” Act I. Sc. 2.
QUEEN.—Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not, forever, with thy veilèd lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know’st ’t is common,—all that live must die,...
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Sonnet Cxlvi. |
From “An Hymne of Heavenly Love” |
From the Spanish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow LORD, what am I, that, with unceasing care, |
From “Hamlet,” Act III. Sc. 3. |
[The author of this poem, one of the victims of the persecuting Henry VIII., was burnt to death at Smithfield in 1546. It was made and sung by her while a prisoner in Newgate.] LIKE as the armèd Knighte, |
When words are weak and foes encountering strong, |
I Would I were an excellent divine, |
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, Blood must be my body’s balmer, |
Shun delayes, they breed remorse, Hoyse up sayle... |