This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... remote. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, 4. strands, strands, shores. thy brother's blood from thy 5. the thirsty ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... remote. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, 4. strands, strands, shores. thy brother's blood from thy 5. the thirsty entrance of this hand.' soil, the thirsty pores of the soil 9. those opposed eyes, the eyes of England. The image is from of contending armies; the intent Gen. iv. 2, where Cain is cursed gaze of two forces as they rush from ' the earth, which hath together being vividly put for opened her mouth to receive the forces themselves. Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock d-i---"c And furious close of civil butchery-t.v/" Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming'ranks, March all one way and be no more opposed Against acquaintance, kindred and allies: The edge of war, like an jll-sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engaged to fight, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. But this our purpose now is twelve month old, ' And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go: Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, What yesternight our council did decree In forwarding this dear expedience. West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques-tion, 1 And many limits of the charge set...
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Add this copy of The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6 to cart. $62.47, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.
