The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... Speak terins of manage to thy bounding steed : Cry , courage ! to the field ! and thou haft talk'd Of fallies , and retires ; of trenches , tents , Of palifadoes , fortins , parapets ; Of bafilifks , of cannon , culverin , Of prifoner's ...
... Speak terins of manage to thy bounding steed : Cry , courage ! to the field ! and thou haft talk'd Of fallies , and retires ; of trenches , tents , Of palifadoes , fortins , parapets ; Of bafilifks , of cannon , culverin , Of prifoner's ...
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... men . ( 7 ) I had , & c . ] Horace , in his art of poetry , speaking of poetafters , fays , Ut mala , & c . B 4 A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And Or a dry - wheel grate on the axle - The First Part of Henry IV . 7.
... men . ( 7 ) I had , & c . ] Horace , in his art of poetry , speaking of poetafters , fays , Ut mala , & c . B 4 A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And Or a dry - wheel grate on the axle - The First Part of Henry IV . 7.
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... speak a truth : if he be flain , fay fo ; The tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth fin , that doth belie the dead , Not he , which fays , the dead is not alive . ( 3 ) Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath ( 3 ) ...
... speak a truth : if he be flain , fay fo ; The tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth fin , that doth belie the dead , Not he , which fays , the dead is not alive . ( 3 ) Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath ( 3 ) ...
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... speaking of noble and terrible images , commends fchylus for his fuccefs in them : Afchylus , fays he , has made bold attempts in noble and truly heroic images : as , in one of his tragedies , the feven commanders against Thebes ...
... speaking of noble and terrible images , commends fchylus for his fuccefs in them : Afchylus , fays he , has made bold attempts in noble and truly heroic images : as , in one of his tragedies , the feven commanders against Thebes ...
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... , he could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck , and fo I would he were , and I by him , at all adventures , fo we were quit here . K. Henry . K. Henry . By my troth , I will speak 42 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... , he could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck , and fo I would he were , and I by him , at all adventures , fo we were quit here . K. Henry . K. Henry . By my troth , I will speak 42 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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Стр. 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Стр. 85 - 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.
Стр. 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Стр. 238 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Стр. 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Стр. 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Стр. 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Стр. 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.