Remarks, Critical, Conjectural, and Explanatory, Upon the Plays of Shakspeare: Resulting from a Collation of the Early Copies, with that of Johnson and Steevens, Ed. by Isaac Reed, Esq., Together with Some Valuable Extracts from the Mss. of the Late Right Honourable John, Lord Chedworth, Թողարկում 1J. Wright, 1805 |
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... never be excused ; the disregard of syntax is no less reprehensible , and every poetic ear must be offended by metrical dissonance . Yet all these faults abound without even a comment in the last edition of Shaks- peare's plays . Upon ...
... never be excused ; the disregard of syntax is no less reprehensible , and every poetic ear must be offended by metrical dissonance . Yet all these faults abound without even a comment in the last edition of Shaks- peare's plays . Upon ...
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... never , I believe , with the accent as here placed on the second syllable Faery : perhaps we should read- " But Fairy , room , for here comes Oberon . " 355. " Knowing I know thy love to Theséús . " Theseus a trisyllable . 360. " The ...
... never , I believe , with the accent as here placed on the second syllable Faery : perhaps we should read- " But Fairy , room , for here comes Oberon . " 355. " Knowing I know thy love to Theséús . " Theseus a trisyllable . 360. " The ...
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... never heard so musical a discord . " Such a pleasing unity of things discordant : the lady means to express , in musical terms , that the harsh voices of the dogs and hunters , joined with the confused echo , was music . B. STRUTT . 464 ...
... never heard so musical a discord . " Such a pleasing unity of things discordant : the lady means to express , in musical terms , that the harsh voices of the dogs and hunters , joined with the confused echo , was music . B. STRUTT . 464 ...
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... never labour'd , " & c . The neuter relative , " which , " to men , was common anciently , —we find it frequently in the translation of the Scriptures . In Julius Cæsar we meet with the hard hands of peasants , and in Cymbeline ...
... never labour'd , " & c . The neuter relative , " which , " to men , was common anciently , —we find it frequently in the translation of the Scriptures . In Julius Cæsar we meet with the hard hands of peasants , and in Cymbeline ...
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... never knew , said the stranger , that Balaam had any sword , but that he wished for one . You are right , replied the Oxonian , and this is the very sword he wished for . 37 . LORD CHEDWORTH . SCENE II . " Let me see thee froth , and ...
... never knew , said the stranger , that Balaam had any sword , but that he wished for one . You are right , replied the Oxonian , and this is the very sword he wished for . 37 . LORD CHEDWORTH . SCENE II . " Let me see thee froth , and ...
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66 SCENE accentuation admit allusion appears Banquo believe better blood called censure certainly conjecture Coriolanus correction corruption Cymbeline death dissyllable doth Duke ellipsis emendation expression eyes Falstaff fear give grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven hemistic Henry VI honour Hotspur hypermeter implies instance Johnson Julius Cæsar King Henry King Lear lady LORD CHEDWORTH Macbeth Malone Malone's Mason meaning measure Measure for Measure metre Milton murder nature never noun numbers occurs omitted Othello Paradise Lost passage peace perhaps phrase play pleonasm poet poet's pronoun quarto remarks Richard Romeo and Juliet seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shew sleep soul speak speech stand Steevens Steevens's strange STRUTT suppose sure sweet sword syllable Tacitus tell thee thing thou thought tion tongue transposition trisyllable true uttered verb verse virtue wanting Warburton word
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Էջ 188 - 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 ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Էջ 188 - 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...
Էջ 346 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Էջ 24 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...
Էջ 188 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Էջ 349 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Էջ 44 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Էջ 254 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Էջ 440 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Էջ 199 - I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?