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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... foul and ugly mifts Of vapours that did feem to ftrangle him . If all the year were playing holidays , To fport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they feldom come , they wish'd - for come , And nothing pleaseth but rare ...
... foul and ugly mifts Of vapours that did feem to ftrangle him . If all the year were playing holidays , To fport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they feldom come , they wish'd - for come , And nothing pleaseth but rare ...
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... foul ; methinks , with ease I cou'd fcale heaven , and reach the fartheft star ; Or to the deepest intrails of the earth Defcending , pierce , fo be I cou'd obtain A kingdom at the price , and god - like rule . ACT II . SCENE VI . Lady ...
... foul ; methinks , with ease I cou'd fcale heaven , and reach the fartheft star ; Or to the deepest intrails of the earth Defcending , pierce , fo be I cou'd obtain A kingdom at the price , and god - like rule . ACT II . SCENE VI . Lady ...
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... foul into fenfelefs pictures , And make them mourn ? who fhall take up his lute And touch it , till he crown a filent fleep Upon my eye - lid , making me dream and cry , Oh my dear , dear Philafter.- And A & t 3. latter end . ( 9 ) Asis ...
... foul into fenfelefs pictures , And make them mourn ? who fhall take up his lute And touch it , till he crown a filent fleep Upon my eye - lid , making me dream and cry , Oh my dear , dear Philafter.- And A & t 3. latter end . ( 9 ) Asis ...
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... fouls ; the Brutian fea Tofs'd by wild storms , more calm than they : And again , Let others infolent and great , Enjoy the treach'rous fmiles of fate : To courts , oh , never let me roam ; Bleft with content and peace at home . May my ...
... fouls ; the Brutian fea Tofs'd by wild storms , more calm than they : And again , Let others infolent and great , Enjoy the treach'rous fmiles of fate : To courts , oh , never let me roam ; Bleft with content and peace at home . May my ...
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... foul womb of night , The hum of either army ftilly founds ; That the fix'd centinels almost receive The fecret whispers of each other's watch . Fire anfwers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle fees the other's umber'd face ...
... foul womb of night , The hum of either army ftilly founds ; That the fix'd centinels almost receive The fecret whispers of each other's watch . Fire anfwers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle fees the other's umber'd face ...
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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.