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Title: Home school of American literature:
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Birdsall, William Wilfred, 1854-1909, (from old catalog) comp. and ed Jones, Rufus Matthew, 1863- (from old catalog) joint comp. and ed
Subjects: American literature English literature
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., Elliott publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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to sulphurous and tormenting flamesMust render up myself. Ham. Alas, poor ghost ! 564 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Ghost. ing To what Ham. Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hear- I shall unfoldSpeak, I am bound to hear.So art thou to revenge, when thou shalthear.ffam. What ? Ghost. I am thy fathers spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night;And, for the day, confined to fast in fires.Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature.Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word- up Would harrow blood ;Make thy two 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 beTo ears of flesh and blood :—List, Hamlet, list !—If thou didst ever thy dear father love,—Ham. O heaven !Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. thy soul; freeze thj youngeyes, like stars, start from their O
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• I spake of most disastrous chances,Of moving accidents by flood and field. OTHELLOS WOOING. (rraTlOST potent, grave, and reverend signeurs,^^^ My very noble and approved good masters,That I have taen away this old mansdaughter.It is most true ; true, I have married her :The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in my speech.And little blessd with the soft phrase of peace:For since these arms of mine had seven years pith,Till now some nine moons wasted, they have usedTheir dearest action in the tented field, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 565 And little of this great world can 1 speak,More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,And therefore little shall I grace my causeIn speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,I will a round unvarnishd tale deliverOf my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,What conjuration and what mighty magic.For such proceeding I am charged withal,I won his daughter. Bra. A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so stil

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