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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... mach , then I fhall fit at my ease picking my teeth , and catechifing my picked man of countries , i . e . my traveller who has already picked his teeth , and does not take the liberty which I do , to loll on his elbow and pick his ...
... mach , then I fhall fit at my ease picking my teeth , and catechifing my picked man of countries , i . e . my traveller who has already picked his teeth , and does not take the liberty which I do , to loll on his elbow and pick his ...
Стр. 170
... Mach . I've done the deed --- didft thou not hear a noife ? Lady . fo well fuits with it . " For what could be more dreadful to fuch a mind as Macbeth's , than fo univerfal a filence , when all nature deeply hush'd , must seem , to his ...
... Mach . I've done the deed --- didft thou not hear a noife ? Lady . fo well fuits with it . " For what could be more dreadful to fuch a mind as Macbeth's , than fo univerfal a filence , when all nature deeply hush'd , must seem , to his ...
Стр. 171
... Mach . When ? Lady . Now . Mach . As I defcended ? Lady . Ay . Mach . Hark ! who lies i'th ' fecond chamber ? Lady . Donalbain . Mach . This is a forry fight [ Looks on his hands . Lady . A foolish thought , to fay , a forry fight ...
... Mach . When ? Lady . Now . Mach . As I defcended ? Lady . Ay . Mach . Hark ! who lies i'th ' fecond chamber ? Lady . Donalbain . Mach . This is a forry fight [ Looks on his hands . Lady . A foolish thought , to fay , a forry fight ...
Стр. 172
... Mach . I'll go no more ; I am afraid to think what I have done ! Look on't again , I dare not . Lady . Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers ; the fleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a ...
... Mach . I'll go no more ; I am afraid to think what I have done ! Look on't again , I dare not . Lady . Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers ; the fleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a ...
Стр. 175
... Mach . There's comfort yet , they are affailable ; Then be thou jocund . Ere the bat hath flown His cloyfter'd flight , ere to black Hecate's fummons The ( 15 ) fhard - born beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal ...
... Mach . There's comfort yet , they are affailable ; Then be thou jocund . Ere the bat hath flown His cloyfter'd flight , ere to black Hecate's fummons The ( 15 ) fhard - born beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal ...
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Стр. 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
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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.