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, Том 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... hand ; that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did represent ; The happieft gift that ever Marquis gave , The fairest Queen that ever King receiv'd . K. Henry . Suffolk , arife . Welcome , Queen Margaret ;. I can exprefs no kinder ...
... hand ; that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did represent ; The happieft gift that ever Marquis gave , The fairest Queen that ever King receiv'd . K. Henry . Suffolk , arife . Welcome , Queen Margaret ;. I can exprefs no kinder ...
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... hand , reach at the glorious gold . What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more abase our sight fo low , As to vouchsafe ...
... hand , reach at the glorious gold . What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more abase our sight fo low , As to vouchsafe ...
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... hand : 1 fay , my Sovereign , York is meetest man To be your Regent in the realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To thew fome reafon of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell ...
... hand : 1 fay , my Sovereign , York is meetest man To be your Regent in the realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To thew fome reafon of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell ...
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... hands . Laft time I dance'd attendance on his will , Till Paris was befiege'd , famifh'd , and loft . War . That I can witnefs ; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - ftrong Warwick ! War . Image ...
... hands . Laft time I dance'd attendance on his will , Till Paris was befiege'd , famifh'd , and loft . War . That I can witnefs ; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - ftrong Warwick ! War . Image ...
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... hand . Madam , fit you , and fear not ; whom we raife , We will make faft within a hallow'd verge . " [ Here they ... hands upon these traitors , and their trash : Beldame , I think , we watch'd you at an inch . What , Madam , are you ...
... hand . Madam , fit you , and fear not ; whom we raife , We will make faft within a hallow'd verge . " [ Here they ... hands upon these traitors , and their trash : Beldame , I think , we watch'd you at an inch . What , Madam , are you ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.