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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... mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave . To ftand on either part . 2 Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
... mean to fee The Tufcan fervice , freely have they leave . To ftand on either part . 2 Lord , It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
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... mean . " C Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . " " With that fhe fighed as fhe ftood , " And gave this fentence then ...
... mean . " C Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . " " With that fhe fighed as fhe ftood , " And gave this fentence then ...
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... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs.- -Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love ...
... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs.- -Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love ...
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... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . ACT ...
... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . ACT ...
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... means [ Reads the letter . to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Iíbels o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock ...
... means [ Reads the letter . to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Iíbels o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock ...
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Стр. 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Стр. 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Стр. 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Стр. 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Стр. 84 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.