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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... hearts , Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths , Even in the presence of the crowned king . Thus did I keep my perfon fresh and new , My prefence like a robe pontifical , Ne'er feen , but wonder'd at : and fo my ftate , Seldom ...
... hearts , Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths , Even in the presence of the crowned king . Thus did I keep my perfon fresh and new , My prefence like a robe pontifical , Ne'er feen , but wonder'd at : and fo my ftate , Seldom ...
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... heart was fenfible of fuch an emotion , as Sir Philip Sidney faid he afed to be affected with , on a perusal of the old ballad of Chevy- Chafe ; as if he had heard the found of a trumpet . Perhaps the fol- lowing obfervation may better ...
... heart was fenfible of fuch an emotion , as Sir Philip Sidney faid he afed to be affected with , on a perusal of the old ballad of Chevy- Chafe ; as if he had heard the found of a trumpet . Perhaps the fol- lowing obfervation may better ...
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... heart being fet On bloody courfes , the rude fcene may end , ( 5 ) And darkness be the burier of the dead ! SCENE VI . The Fickleness of the Vulgar . ( 6 ) An habitation giddy and unfure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart . O ...
... heart being fet On bloody courfes , the rude fcene may end , ( 5 ) And darkness be the burier of the dead ! SCENE VI . The Fickleness of the Vulgar . ( 6 ) An habitation giddy and unfure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart . O ...
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... heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ? can't thou not forbear me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear That thou art crowned , not that I am dead . Let ...
... heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ? can't thou not forbear me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear That thou art crowned , not that I am dead . Let ...
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... heart ! if I do feign , O let me in my prefent wildness die , And never live to fhew th ' incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed . Coming to look on you , thinking you dead , ( And dead almoft , my liege , to think you ...
... heart ! if I do feign , O let me in my prefent wildness die , And never live to fhew th ' incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed . Coming to look on you , thinking you dead , ( And dead almoft , my liege , to think you ...
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.