The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Pagina 9
... hast shewn , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoak rais'd with the fume of fighs , Being purge'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ; What is it elfe a madness ...
... hast shewn , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoak rais'd with the fume of fighs , Being purge'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ; What is it elfe a madness ...
Pagina 26
... a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What What I have spoke - but farewel compliment ! Doft 126 A & t 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET .
... a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What What I have spoke - but farewel compliment ! Doft 126 A & t 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET .
Pagina 33
... hast worn out thy pump , that when the fingie fol : of it is worn , the jeft may remain , after the wearing , folely fingular . Rom . Enter Nurfe , and Peter her Man . Rom . Sc . 4 . -33 ROMEO AND JULIET . Ben. The what? ...
... hast worn out thy pump , that when the fingie fol : of it is worn , the jeft may remain , after the wearing , folely fingular . Rom . Enter Nurfe , and Peter her Man . Rom . Sc . 4 . -33 ROMEO AND JULIET . Ben. The what? ...
Pagina 41
... hast : thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou haft hafel eyes ; what eye , but fuch an eye , would fpy out fuch a quarrel ? thy head is as full of quarrels , as an egg is full of meat ...
... hast : thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou haft hafel eyes ; what eye , but fuch an eye , would fpy out fuch a quarrel ? thy head is as full of quarrels , as an egg is full of meat ...
Pagina 42
... hast done me , therefore turn and draw . Rom . I do proteil I never injur'd thee , But love thee better than thou canst devife , Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my love . And fo , good Capulet , ( whofe name I tender As dearly as my ...
... hast done me , therefore turn and draw . Rom . I do proteil I never injur'd thee , But love thee better than thou canst devife , Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my love . And fo , good Capulet , ( whofe name I tender As dearly as my ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
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Pagina 147 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Pagina 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pagina 27 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pagina 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pagina 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Pagina 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pagina 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Pagina 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...