The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Strana 11
... hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there , and to bear ) , Let me not live- ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out ) , let me ...
... hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there , and to bear ) , Let me not live- ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out ) , let me ...
Strana 12
... hear ; what fay you of this gen- tlewoman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
... hear ; what fay you of this gen- tlewoman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
Strana 23
... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd It is not fo with him that all things knows , As ...
... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd It is not fo with him that all things knows , As ...
Strana 28
... Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god most high , Do my fighs ftream . Sir , will you hear my fuit ! I Lord . And grant it . Hel . Hel . Thanks , Sir ; all the reft is 28 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . AЯz .
... Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god most high , Do my fighs ftream . Sir , will you hear my fuit ! I Lord . And grant it . Hel . Hel . Thanks , Sir ; all the reft is 28 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . AЯz .
Strana 31
... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re- cantation . Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my master ? Laf . Laf . Ay , is it not a language I Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL THAT ...
... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re- cantation . Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my master ? Laf . Laf . Ay , is it not a language I Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL THAT ...
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Strana 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Strana 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...