The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Svazek 1J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... sense which runs through the works of this Author can be retrieved in every part and brought to appear in its true light , and if it may be hoped without prefumption that that this is here effected ; they who love and liv Sir T ...
... sense which runs through the works of this Author can be retrieved in every part and brought to appear in its true light , and if it may be hoped without prefumption that that this is here effected ; they who love and liv Sir T ...
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... Sense , his Conjectures are generally abfurd and extravagant , and violating every Rule of Criticifm . Tho ' , in this Rage of Correcting , he was not abfolutely deftitute of all Art . For , having a number of my Conjectures before him ...
... Sense , his Conjectures are generally abfurd and extravagant , and violating every Rule of Criticifm . Tho ' , in this Rage of Correcting , he was not abfolutely deftitute of all Art . For , having a number of my Conjectures before him ...
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... SENSE . Our Obfervations , therefore , being thus extenfive , will , I prefume , enable the Reader to form a right judgment of this favourite Poet , without drawing out his Character , as was once intended , in a continued discourse ...
... SENSE . Our Obfervations , therefore , being thus extenfive , will , I prefume , enable the Reader to form a right judgment of this favourite Poet , without drawing out his Character , as was once intended , in a continued discourse ...
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... Sense we fay , the Virtue of a Plant is in the Extract . 1 that there is no Soul . ] Thus the old Editions , read , but this is apparently defective . Mr. Rowe , and after him Dr. War- burton , read that there is no Soul , without any ...
... Sense we fay , the Virtue of a Plant is in the Extract . 1 that there is no Soul . ] Thus the old Editions , read , but this is apparently defective . Mr. Rowe , and after him Dr. War- burton , read that there is no Soul , without any ...
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... against The Stomach of my Sense . diate Part , what would become of thefe Words of the King ? -Would I had never Married my Daughter there ! What Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant 30 THE TEMPEST . ACT II. ...
... against The Stomach of my Sense . diate Part , what would become of thefe Words of the King ? -Would I had never Married my Daughter there ! What Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant 30 THE TEMPEST . ACT II. ...
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PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Isaac 1742-1807 Reed,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
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Strana 269 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 398 - Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him ! Bass.
Strana 437 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn ; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Strana 457 - And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much, To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
Strana 101 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind...
Strana 397 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the Devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Strana 388 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, " I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark...
Strana 466 - In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Strana 177 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, — That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.