The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Հատոր 7 |
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... CRESSIDA . LONDON : Printed for F. C. and J. Rivington ; J. Johnson ; R. Baldwin ; H. L. Gardner ; W. J. and J. Richardson ; J. Nichols and Son ; T. Payne ; R. Faulder ; G. and J. Robinson ; W. Lowndes ; G. Wilkie ; Scatcherd and ...
... CRESSIDA . LONDON : Printed for F. C. and J. Rivington ; J. Johnson ; R. Baldwin ; H. L. Gardner ; W. J. and J. Richardson ; J. Nichols and Son ; T. Payne ; R. Faulder ; G. and J. Robinson ; W. Lowndes ; G. Wilkie ; Scatcherd and ...
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... - tors upon great festivities . The parish clerks once performed at Clerkenwell a play which lasted three days , containing The History of the World . JOHNSON . VOL . VII . U 3 Act 5 TROILUS and CRESSIDA Se 2 RA . dd EPILOGUE . 265.
... - tors upon great festivities . The parish clerks once performed at Clerkenwell a play which lasted three days , containing The History of the World . JOHNSON . VOL . VII . U 3 Act 5 TROILUS and CRESSIDA Se 2 RA . dd EPILOGUE . 265.
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. ) Act 5 TROILUS and CRESSIDA Sc 2 SKA 1 I.
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. ) Act 5 TROILUS and CRESSIDA Sc 2 SKA 1 I.
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... CRESSIDA Se 2 RA . dd I Neagic t O pretty pretty pledge ! nay do not snatch it from Cressida . Me that takes that must take me : my heart withal . Published by F & Rivington London.14 Apr 1804 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . * VOL . VII . X ...
... CRESSIDA Se 2 RA . dd I Neagic t O pretty pretty pledge ! nay do not snatch it from Cressida . Me that takes that must take me : my heart withal . Published by F & Rivington London.14 Apr 1804 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . * VOL . VII . X ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . * VOL . VII . X TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . ] The story was originally written.
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . * VOL . VII . X TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . ] The story was originally written.
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected ..., Հատոր 3 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1805 |
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Էջ 218 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Էջ 222 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Էջ 34 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Էջ 221 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Էջ 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Էջ 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Էջ 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Էջ 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Էջ 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.