39 résultats pour "thou"
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THOU Jacques Auguste de (vie et oeuvre)
événements importants concernant la socié té humaine dan s les années 1540 -16 10. Elle est marquée par un souci de rationali sation dans 1' enchaînement et 1' explic ation des faits, par le ref us des a pr iori théologiques et mythi ques. A cette volonté de conna issance intellectuelle libé rée de la passi on et des préjugés correspond une esthéti que de la sobriété qui répugne aux ornements stylistiques et à l'o stentat ion. A la des cription et à la...
- THOU (Jacques Auguste de)
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Excerpt from Timon of Athens - anthology.
Ha? A drum? Th' art quick,But yet I'll bury thee. Thou'lt go, strong thief,When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand.Nay, stay thou out for earnest. He keeps some of the gold, and buries the rest Enter Alcibiades, with drum and fife, in warlike manner; and Phrynia and Timandra ALCIBIADES. What art thou there? Speak. TIMON. A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heartFor showing me again the eyes of man! ALCIBIADES. What is thy name? Is man so hateful to theeThat art thyself a man? TIMON. I am M...
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Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet - anthology.
Take all myself. ROMEO. I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET. What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO. By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,Because it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word. JULIET. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred wordsOf thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a...
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Excerpt from Henry IV - anthology.
PRINCE HAL. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. FALSTAFF. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. PRINCE HAL. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moorditch? FALSTAFF. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes, and art indeed the most comparative rascalliest sweet young prince. But Hal, I prithee trouble me no more withvanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. An old lord of the Council rated me the other day in the street aboutyou, sir,...
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Excerpt from The Tempest - anthology.
When he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid—Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimmedThe noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war; to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I m...
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Excerpt from The Taming of the Shrew - anthology.
CURTIS. Here. GRUMIO. There. He boxes Curtis’s ear CURTIS. This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. GRUMIO. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale; and this cuff was but to knock at your ear and beseech listening. Now I begin. Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress— CURTIS. Both of one horse? GRUMIO. What's that to thee? CURTIS. Why, a horse. GRUMIO. Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she...
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Excerpt from Titus Andronicus - anthology.
For that they will not intercept my tale.When I do weep they humbly at my feetReceive my tears and seem to weep with me,And were they but attirèd in grave weedsRome could afford no tribunes like to these.A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones.A stone is silent and offendeth not,And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn? LUCIUS. To rescue my two brothers from their death,For which attempt the Judges have pronouncedMy everla...
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Excerpt from The Merry Wives of Windsor - anthology.
MISTRESS FORD. O sweet Sir John! FALSTAFF. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I would thy husband were dead. I'll speak it before the best lord, Iwould make thee my lady. MISTRESS FORD. I your lady, Sir John? Alas, I should be a pitiful lady. FALSTAFF. Let the court of France show me such another. I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond. Thou hast the right arched beauty of the brow thatbecomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tir...
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From Bulfinch's Mythology: Echo and Narcissus - anthology.
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies.' Milton has imitated the story of Narcissus in the account which he makes Eve give of the first sight of herself reflected in the fountain. 'That day I oft remember when from sleepI first awaked, and found myself reposedUnder a shade on flowers, much wondering whereAnd what I was, whence thither brought, and howNot distant far from thence a murmuring soundOf waters issued from a cave, and sprea...
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Excerpt from Measure for Measure - anthology.
PROVOST. Who's there? Come in. The wish deserves a welcome. DUKE. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. CLAUDIO. Most holy sir, I thank you. ISABELLA. My business is a word or two with Claudio. PROVOST. And very welcome. Look, signor, here's your sister. DUKE. Provost, a word with you. PROVOST. As many as you please. DUKE. Bring me to bear them speak, where I may be concealed. Duke and Provost retire CLAUDIO. Now, sister, what's the comfort? ISABELLA. Why,As all comforts are: most good, most...
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Excerpt from Twelfth Night - anthology.
OLIVIA. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio? MALVOLIO. “Some are born great—” OLIVIA. Ha? MALVOLIO. “Some achieve greatness—” OLIVIA. What sayst thou? MALVOLIO. “And some have greatness thrust upon them.” OLIVIA. Heaven restore thee! MALVOLIO. “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—” OLIVIA. Thy yellow stockings? MALVOLIO. “—and wished to see thee cross-gartered.” OLIVIA. Cross-gartered? MALVOLIO. “Go to, thou art made if thou desir'st to be so.” OLIVIA. Am I maid! MALVOLIO. “If not, let m...
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Excerpt from Love's Labour's Lost - anthology.
BEROWNE. I could put thee in comfort—not by two that I know.Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society,The shape of Love's Tyburn, that hangs up simplicity. LONGAVILLE. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.(Reading ) “O sweet Maria, empress of my love!”— These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.He tears the paper BEROWNE. O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose;Disfigure not his shop. LONGAVILLE. ( taking another paper ) This same shall go: (Reading ) “Did not the he...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode to the Westwind (Sprache & Litteratur).
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowedOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling...
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Excerpt from The Merchant of Venice - anthology.
A weight of carrion flesh than to receiveThree thousand ducats. I'll not answer that,But say it is my humour. Is it answered?What if my house be troubled with a rat,And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducatsTo have it baned? What, are you answered yet?Some men there are love not a gaping pig,Some that are mad if they behold a cat,And others, when the bagpipe sings i'th'nose,Cannot contain their urine; for affection,Master of passion, sways it to the moodOf what it likes or loathes. Now for you...
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Excerpt from Antony and Cleopatra - anthology.
They seize Cleopatra Guard her till Caesar comes. Exit Gallus IRAS. Royal queen! CHARMIAN. O Cleopatra! Thou art taken, queen. CLEOPATRA. Quick, quick, good hands! She draws a dagger PROCULEIUS. Hold, worthy lady, hold! He disarms her Do not yourself such wrong, who are in thisRelieved, but not betrayed. CLEOPATRA. What, of death too,That rids our dogs of languish? PROCULEIUS. Cleopatra,Do not abuse my master's bounty byTh'undoing of yourself. Let the world seeHis nobleness well acted, which you...
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Excerpt from King Lear - anthology.
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretchThat hast within thee undivulgéd crimesUnwhipped of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand,Thou perjured, and thou simular of virtueThat art incestuous. Caitiff, to pieces shake,That under covert and convenient seemingHas practised on man’s life. Close pent-up guilts,Rive your concealing continents, and cryThese dreadful summoners grace. I am a manMore sinned against than sinning. KENT. Alack, bare-headed?Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;Som...
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Excerpt from All's Well That Ends Well - anthology.
SECOND LORD. Do not say so. COUNTESS. Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemenI have felt so many quirks of joy and griefThat the first face of neither on the start soCan woman meun to't. Where is my son, I pray you! SECOND LORD. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of Florence.We met him thitherward, for thence we came,And, after some dispatch in hand at court,Thither we bend again. HELENA. Look on his letter, madam: here's my passport.(She reads the letter aloud)“When thou canst get the ring upo...
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From As You Like It - anthology.
ROSALIND : Ay, and twenty such. ORLANDO : What sayst thou? ROSALIND : Are you not good? ORLANDO : I hope so. ROSALIND : Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? [ To CELIA ] Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us.—Give me your hand, Orlando.—What do you say, sister?ORLANDO : [to CELIA ] Pray thee, marry us. CELIA : I cannot say the words. ROSALIND : You must begin, 'Will you, Orlando'— CELIA : Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? ORLANDO : I will. ROSALIND...
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Excerpt from Coriolanus - anthology.
For that, “Forgive our Romans.” O, a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kissI carried from thee, dear, and my true lipHath virgined it e'er since. You gods! I pray,And the most noble mother of the worldLeave unsaluted. Sink my knee i'th'earth;He kneels Of thy deep duty more impression showThan that of common sons. VOLUMNIA. O, stand up blest!He rises Whilst with no softer cushion than the flintI kneel before thee, and unproperlyShow duty as mistak...
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From Hamlet - anthology.
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou com'st in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearséd in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchreWherein we saw thee quietly interredHath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this meanThat thou, dead corse, again in complete...
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From Paradise Lost, Book I - anthology.
At once as far as angels ken he viewsThe dismal situation waste and wild,A dungeon horrible, on all sides roundAs one great furnace flamed, yet from those flamesNo light, but rather darkness visibleServed only to discover sights of woe,Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peaceAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all; but torture without endStill urges, and a fiery deluge, fedWith ever-burning sulphur unconsumed:Such place Eternal Justice had preparedFor those rebellious,...
- Thou (Jacques Auguste de), 1553-1617, né à Paris, historien et magistrat français.
- ANGUIER, François (1604-1669) Sculpteur, on lui doit le tombeau d'Henri de Montmorency (moulins) et celui de Jacques de Thou, premier président du parlement de Paris.
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Louis XIII laisse décapiter son dernier favori, Cinq-Mars
VINGT ÉCUS POUR LE BOURREAU Les voleurs sont pendus, les assassins sont roués, les hérétiques sont brûlés, les nobles sont décapités à l'épée. C'est le dernier privilège d'un seigneur condamné . Lyon possède l'épée mais le bourreau obtient le droit de ne pas l'utiliser . Le juge lui accorde l'instrument de son métier, un tranchet doté d'un long manche. Il lui accorde également de ne pas utiliser le billot habituel, mais...
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Excerpt from The Comedy of Errors - anthology.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Why first: for flouting me; and then wherefore:For urging it the second time to me. DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?Well, sir, I thank you. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Thank me, sir, for what? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRA...
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William Shakespeare: Romeo und Julia (Sprache & Litteratur).
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.L a d y C a p u l e t. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? J u l i e t. Who is’t that calls? is it my lady mother?Is she not down so late, or up so early?What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? FÜNFTE SZENE Juliens Zimmer. (Romeo und Julia.) J u l i a. Willst du schon gehn? Der Tag ist ja noch fern.Es war die Nachtigall und nicht die Lerche,Die eben jetzt dein banges Ohr durchdrang;Sie singt des Nachts auf dem Granatbaum dor...
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Excerpt from A Midsummer Night's Dream - anthology.
BOTTOM: Well, proceed. QUINCE: Robin Starveling, the tailor? STARVELING: Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE: Robin Starveling, you must play Thisbe’s mother. Tom Snout, the tinker? SNOUT: Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE: You, Pyramus’ father; myself, Thisbe’s father; Snug, the joiner, you the lion’s part; and I hope here is a play fitted. SNUG: Have you the lion’s part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me; for I am slow of study. QUINCE: You may do it extempore; for it is nothing but roaring. BOTTOM: Let...
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Jacques-Auguste de THOU
Jacques-Auguste de THOU 1553 - Paris 1617 - Paris C'est à Paris puis à Valence qu'il suivit ses études de droit. Élève de Cujas et de Hotman, il fut un des conseillers au parlement de Paris. Il est à l'origine de la réconciliation entre Henri 111 et Henri de Navarre (futur Henri IV), avec lequel il avait entamé de nom- breuses négociations dès 1581. Par la suite, il fut char- gé par Henri IV de rédiger l'édit de Nantes (1598). Après la mort du roi, qu'il avait serv...
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From Moby Dick - anthology.
'My song for ever shall recordThat terrible, that joyful hour;I give the glory to my God,His all the mercy and the power.' Nearly all joined in singing this hymn, which swelled high above the howling of the storm. A brief pause ensued; the preacher slowly turned over the leaves of theBible, and at last, folding his hand down upon the proper page, said: 'Beloved shipmates, clinch the last verse of the first chapter of Jonah—'And God had prepared agreat fish to swallow up Jonah.' 'Shipmate...
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From Bulfinch's Mythology: Antigone - anthology.
The following is the lamentation of Antigone over Œdipus, when death has at last relieved him from his sufferings: 'Alas! I only wished I might have diedWith my poor father; wherefore should I askFor longer life?O, I was fond of misery with him;E'en what was most unlovely grew belovedWhen he was with me. O my dearest father,Beneath the earth now in deep darkness hid,Worn as thou wert with age, to me thou stillWast dear, and shalt be ever.'Francklin's Sophocles. Source: Bulfinch, Thomas....
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Excerpt from Henry VI - anthology.
SON. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.This man whom hand to hand I slew in fightMay be possessèd with some store of crowns;And I, that haply take them from him now,May yet ere night yield both my life and themTo some man else, as this dead man doth me.—Who's this? O God! It is my father's face,Whom in this conflict I, unwares, have killed.O, heavy times, begetting such events!From London by the King was I pressed forth;My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,Came on the part of York, pr...
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- John Donne's Poetry - anthology.
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Excerpt from Pericles - anthology.
To any. LYSIMACHUS. Yet let me obtain my wish. Helicanus draws a curtain revealing Pericles lying on a couch HELICANUS. Behold him. This was a goodly person, Till the disaster that one mortal nightDrove him to this. LYSIMACHUS. Sir King, all hail! The gods preserve you!Hail, royal sir! HELICANUS. It is in vain. He will not speak to you. LORD. Sir,We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. LYSIMACHUS. 'Tis well bethought.She questionless, with her sweet harmonyA...
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The Wreck of the Deutschland (1918)
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Part the first
To the happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns exiles by the Falk Laws drowned between
midnight and morning of Dec.
5 I kiss my hand To the stars, lovely-asunder Starlight, wafting him out of it; and Glow, glory in thunder; Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west: Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder, His mystery must be instressed, stressed; For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand. 6 Not out of his bliss Springs the stress felt Nor first from heaven (and few know this) Swings the stroke dealt-- Stroke and a stress that stars and storms deliver, That guilt is...
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Excerpt from Much Ado About Nothing - anthology.
BEATRICE. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one; so that if he havewit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonablecreature. Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother. MESSENGER. Is't possible? BEATRICE. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashio...
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Excerpt from The Winter's Tale - anthology.
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kinCry fie upon my grave! LEONTES. I ne'er heard yetThat any of these holder vices wantedLess impudence to gainsay what they didThan to perform it first. HERMIONE. That's true enough,Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. LEONTES. You will not own it. HERMIONE. More than mistress ofWhich comes to me in name of fault I must notAt all acknowledge. For Polixenes,With whom I am accused, I do confessI loved him as in honour he required:With such a kind of lov...
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Excerpt from Othello - anthology.
MESSENGER. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,Have there injointed with an after fleet. FIRST SENATOR. Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess? MESSENGER. Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stemTheir backward course, bearing with frank appearanceTheir purposes toward Cyprus. Signor Montano,Your trusty and most valiant servitor,With his free duty recommends you thus,And prays you to believe him. DUKE. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Luccic...
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Excerpt from Macbeth - anthology.
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.Listening their fear I could not say “Amen”When they did say “God bless us.” LADY. Consider it not so deeply. MACBETH. But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”Stuck in my throat. LADY. These deeds must not be thoughtAfter these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH. Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep—the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,The...