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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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 51
Sivu 2
... lord Northumberland In Should be the father of fo bleft a fon : A fon who is the theme of honour's tongue , Amongst a grove the very straiteft plant , Who is fweet fortune's mirror and her pride : Whilft I by looking on the praise of ...
... lord Northumberland In Should be the father of fo bleft a fon : A fon who is the theme of honour's tongue , Amongst a grove the very straiteft plant , Who is fweet fortune's mirror and her pride : Whilft I by looking on the praise of ...
Sivu 3
... lord , neat , trimly drefs'd : Fresh as a bridegroom , and his chin , new - reap'd , Shew'd like a stubble - land at harvest home . He was perfumed like a millener ; And ' twixt his finger and his thumb , he held ( 2 ) A pouncet - box ...
... lord , neat , trimly drefs'd : Fresh as a bridegroom , and his chin , new - reap'd , Shew'd like a stubble - land at harvest home . He was perfumed like a millener ; And ' twixt his finger and his thumb , he held ( 2 ) A pouncet - box ...
Sivu 6
... lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend ...
... lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend ...
Sivu 11
... lord , T'ingrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf ; And I will call him to fo ftrict account , That he shall render every glory up , Yea , even the flightest worship of his time ; Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart . This , in ...
... lord , T'ingrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf ; And I will call him to fo ftrict account , That he shall render every glory up , Yea , even the flightest worship of his time ; Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart . This , in ...
Sivu 48
... lord , Commen ( 16 ) He fmil'd , & c . ] This tender and pathetic description of the earl of York's death always reminds me of Virgil's celebrated epifode on the friendship of Nijus and Euryalus , who fell un- divided in death , and ...
... lord , Commen ( 16 ) He fmil'd , & c . ] This tender and pathetic description of the earl of York's death always reminds me of Virgil's celebrated epifode on the friendship of Nijus and Euryalus , who fell un- divided in death , and ...
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againſt Ajax almoſt Beaumont and Fletcher becauſe bleffing blood bofom breaſt Brutus Cæfar Cafar Caffius death Defcription doft doth earth Euripides eyes fafe faid falfe fame fays fcene fear feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain flave fleep fmiles foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword grief hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf juft king Lady Lear lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mach mafter moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf nature never night obferves occafion Othello paffage paffion perfon play pleaſure poet Prince purpoſe racter reafon rife ſays SCENE II SCENE VII ſeem Shakespear ſhall ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uſe Warburton whofe whoſe wife word younker
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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?
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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?
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.