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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Strana 12
... ears in blood . I am on fire , To hear this rich reprifal is fo nigh , And yet not ours . Come , let me take my horse , Who is to bear me , like a thunder - bolt , Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales ! Harry to Harry fhall ( not ...
... ears in blood . I am on fire , To hear this rich reprifal is fo nigh , And yet not ours . Come , let me take my horse , Who is to bear me , like a thunder - bolt , Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales ! Harry to Harry fhall ( not ...
Strana 18
... ears as many : by night the flies Noify thro ' fhades obfcure , ' twixt earth and heav'n : Nor are her eyes by pleafing lumber clos'd ; Watchful and prying round , by day , the fits On fome high palace - top , or lofty tow'r , And The ...
... ears as many : by night the flies Noify thro ' fhades obfcure , ' twixt earth and heav'n : Nor are her eyes by pleafing lumber clos'd ; Watchful and prying round , by day , the fits On fome high palace - top , or lofty tow'r , And The ...
Strana 19
... ears of folks unguarded fill : They tell the tale ; the tale in telling grows , And each relater adds to what he knows ; Rash error , light credulity are here , And caufelefs tranfport , and ill - grounded fear ; New - rais'd fedition ...
... ears of folks unguarded fill : They tell the tale ; the tale in telling grows , And each relater adds to what he knows ; Rash error , light credulity are here , And caufelefs tranfport , and ill - grounded fear ; New - rais'd fedition ...
Strana 26
... ear That thou art crowned , not that I am dead . Let all the tears that should bedew my hearfe Be drops of balm to fanctify thy head ; Only compound me with forgotten duft , Give that which gave thee life unto the worms . Pluck down my ...
... ear That thou art crowned , not that I am dead . Let all the tears that should bedew my hearfe Be drops of balm to fanctify thy head ; Only compound me with forgotten duft , Give that which gave thee life unto the worms . Pluck down my ...
Strana 34
... ears , ' To fteal his sweet and honied sentences . SCENE ( 2 ) And whipt , & c . ] Shakespear enriched himself , and greatly improved his incomparable genius from the scriptures , that end- lefs fource of true knowledge and fublimity ...
... ears , ' To fteal his sweet and honied sentences . SCENE ( 2 ) And whipt , & c . ] Shakespear enriched himself , and greatly improved his incomparable genius from the scriptures , that end- lefs fource of true knowledge and fublimity ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.