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 28
... Fair maid , fend forth thine eye ; this youthful parcel Of noble bachelors ftand at my beftowing , C'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice I have to ufe ; thy frank election make ; Thou haft power to chufe , and they none to ...
... Fair maid , fend forth thine eye ; this youthful parcel Of noble bachelors ftand at my beftowing , C'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice I have to ufe ; thy frank election make ; Thou haft power to chufe , and they none to ...
Strana 29
... fair eyes , Before I fpeak , too threat'ningly replies : [ To the fecond Lord . Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that fo wishes , and her humble love ! 2 Lord . No better , if you pleafe . Hel . My with receive , Which ...
... fair eyes , Before I fpeak , too threat'ningly replies : [ To the fecond Lord . Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that fo wishes , and her humble love ! 2 Lord . No better , if you pleafe . Hel . My with receive , Which ...
Strana 30
... fair ; In thefe , to nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive ...
... fair ; In thefe , to nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive ...
Strana 43
... fair eyes , to be the mark Of Smoaky muskets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the violent speed of fire , Fly with falfe aim ; pierce the ftill - moving air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my Lord . Whoever shoots at ...
... fair eyes , to be the mark Of Smoaky muskets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the violent speed of fire , Fly with falfe aim ; pierce the ftill - moving air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my Lord . Whoever shoots at ...
Strana 44
... fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . · Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting her pass so ; had I spoke with her , I could have well ...
... fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . · Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting her pass so ; had I spoke with her , I could have well ...
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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 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 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Strana 84 - 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.