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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... blood : No ( 1 ) Shall damp . ] . . Wet , moiften : the old editions , and with them the Oxford , read dawb ; there feems to be fomething VOL . III . B greatly No more fhall trenching war channel her fields , Nor BEAUTIES O SHAKESPEAR ...
... blood : No ( 1 ) Shall damp . ] . . Wet , moiften : the old editions , and with them the Oxford , read dawb ; there feems to be fomething VOL . III . B greatly No more fhall trenching war channel her fields , Nor BEAUTIES O SHAKESPEAR ...
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... blood in thy cheeks , And giv'n my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick ey'd mufing and curs'd melancholy ? In thy faint flumbers I by thee have watcht , And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Speak terins of manage to thy ...
... blood in thy cheeks , And giv'n my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick ey'd mufing and curs'd melancholy ? In thy faint flumbers I by thee have watcht , And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Speak terins of manage to thy ...
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... blood , ) Without remorfe infatiably they read , And never leave ' till they have read men dead . ROSCOMMON . ( 3 ) She bids , & c . ] There is fomething extremely tender and pleafing in thefe lines , as well as in the following , from ...
... blood , ) Without remorfe infatiably they read , And never leave ' till they have read men dead . ROSCOMMON . ( 3 ) She bids , & c . ] There is fomething extremely tender and pleafing in thefe lines , as well as in the following , from ...
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... blood with pleafing heaviness ; Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep , ( 9 ) As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night , The hour before the heavenly - harnefs'd team Begins his golden progrefs in the east . SCENE IV . King ...
... blood with pleafing heaviness ; Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep , ( 9 ) As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night , The hour before the heavenly - harnefs'd team Begins his golden progrefs in the east . SCENE IV . King ...
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... blood , And ftain my favours in a bloody mask , Which , wash'd away , fhall fcower my fhame with it . And that shall be the day , whene'er it lights , That this fame child of honour and renown , This gallant Hot - fpur , this all ...
... blood , And ftain my favours in a bloody mask , Which , wash'd away , fhall fcower my fhame with it . And that shall be the day , whene'er it lights , That this fame child of honour and renown , This gallant Hot - fpur , this all ...
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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...
Стр. 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
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.