The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volumul 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pagina 48
... curfe the gentle gufts , And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; And bid them blow towards England's bleffed thore , Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock ? Yet plus would not be a murtherer , But left that hateful office ...
... curfe the gentle gufts , And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; And bid them blow towards England's bleffed thore , Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock ? Yet plus would not be a murtherer , But left that hateful office ...
Pagina 54
... curfe thine enemy ? A Suf . A plague upon them ! Wherefore fhould I curfe Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrake's groan , [ them ; I would invent as bitter fearching terms , As curs'd , as harth , and horrible to hear , Deliver'd ...
... curfe thine enemy ? A Suf . A plague upon them ! Wherefore fhould I curfe Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrake's groan , [ them ; I would invent as bitter fearching terms , As curs'd , as harth , and horrible to hear , Deliver'd ...
Pagina 55
... curfe them . Poiion be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their fweeteft fhade a grove of cyrefs - trees ! Their chiefeft profpect murd'ring bafilisks ! Their fofteit touch as fmart as lizards ftings ...
... curfe them . Poiion be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their fweeteft fhade a grove of cyrefs - trees ! Their chiefeft profpect murd'ring bafilisks ! Their fofteit touch as fmart as lizards ftings ...
Pagina 72
... curfe of God , Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heav'n , Unless you be poffefs'd with dev'lifh fpirits , Ye cannot but forbear to murther me . This tongue hath parlied unto foreign Kings For your behoof . Gade . Tut , when struck ...
... curfe of God , Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heav'n , Unless you be poffefs'd with dev'lifh fpirits , Ye cannot but forbear to murther me . This tongue hath parlied unto foreign Kings For your behoof . Gade . Tut , when struck ...
Pagina 77
... curfe my wretched reign . [ Exeunt SCENE IX . A garden in Kent . Enter Jack Cade . Cade . Fie on ambitions ; fie on myself , that have a fword , and yet am ready to famish . These five days have I hid me in thefe woods , and durft not ...
... curfe my wretched reign . [ Exeunt SCENE IX . A garden in Kent . Enter Jack Cade . Cade . Fie on ambitions ; fie on myself , that have a fword , and yet am ready to famish . These five days have I hid me in thefe woods , and durft not ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1753 |
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Pagina 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 328 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 119 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pagina 193 - 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.
Pagina 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.