The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Том 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and juft there too , the rhyming verfes are of a much better ...
... hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and juft there too , the rhyming verfes are of a much better ...
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... hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our Quarrel to the Will of heav'n ; Who when it fees the ... hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that self ...
... hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our Quarrel to the Will of heav'n ; Who when it fees the ... hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that self ...
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... to touch the Lifts , Except the Marfhal , and fuch Officers Appointed to direct these fair designs . [ hand , And Boling . Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majefty : For Mowbray King RICHARD II . 13.
... to touch the Lifts , Except the Marfhal , and fuch Officers Appointed to direct these fair designs . [ hand , And Boling . Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majefty : For Mowbray King RICHARD II . 13.
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... hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be thy Fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my Blood ; which if to day thou fhed , Lament we may , but ...
... hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be thy Fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my Blood ; which if to day thou fhed , Lament we may , but ...
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... hands . The language I have learn'd thefe forty years , My native English , now I muft forego ; " And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , " Than an unftringed viol , or a harp ; " Or , like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up , " Or being ...
... hands . The language I have learn'd thefe forty years , My native English , now I muft forego ; " And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , " Than an unftringed viol , or a harp ; " Or , like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up , " Or being ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Том 4 William Shakespeare Полный просмотр - 1748 |
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Стр. 117 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Стр. 187 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Стр. 392 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Стр. 52 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Стр. 411 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Стр. 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Стр. 249 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 187 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Стр. 252 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Стр. 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...