Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... whose fore talk Does not divide the Sunday from the week ? What might be toward , that this sweaty hafte Doth make the night joint - labourer with the day , Who is't , that can inform me ? Hor . That can I ; At least , the whiiper goes ...
... whose fore talk Does not divide the Sunday from the week ? What might be toward , that this sweaty hafte Doth make the night joint - labourer with the day , Who is't , that can inform me ? Hor . That can I ; At least , the whiiper goes ...
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... whose lightest word Would harrow up thy foul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes , like stars , start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part , And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the ...
... whose lightest word Would harrow up thy foul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes , like stars , start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part , And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the ...
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... whose effect Holds fuch an enmity with blood of man , That , fwift as quick - filver , it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And , with a fudden vigour , it doth poffet And curd , like eager droppings into milk ...
... whose effect Holds fuch an enmity with blood of man , That , fwift as quick - filver , it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And , with a fudden vigour , it doth poffet And curd , like eager droppings into milk ...
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... whose lungs are tickled a ' th ' fere , i . e . those who are afthmatical , and to whom laughter is moft uneafy . This is the cafe ( as I am told ) with those whofe lungs are tickled by the fere or ferum ; but about this paffage I am ...
... whose lungs are tickled a ' th ' fere , i . e . those who are afthmatical , and to whom laughter is moft uneafy . This is the cafe ( as I am told ) with those whofe lungs are tickled by the fere or ferum ; but about this paffage I am ...
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... whose bourne No traveller returns ; puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear thofe ills we have , Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus confcience does make cowards of us all , And thus the native hue of refolution ...
... whose bourne No traveller returns ; puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear thofe ills we have , Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus confcience does make cowards of us all , And thus the native hue of refolution ...
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Стр. 265 - 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...
Стр. 214 - ... 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.
Стр. 35 - 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.
Стр. 227 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Стр. 32 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Стр. 91 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
Стр. 470 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Стр. 241 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
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Стр. 376 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...