Shakespeare Restored: Or, a Specimen of the Many Errors, as Well Committed, as Unamended, by Mr. Pope in His Late Edition of this Poet. ... By Mr. TheobaldSamuel Aris, 1726 - 194 pàgines |
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Pàgina 32
... ( 6. ) And fo OTHELLO , pag . 542 . Witness , you ever - burning Lights above ! You Elements , that clip us round about ! There is one Place ... HENRY VI . pag . 169 . 32 The Examination and Correction So, in the other Senfe of embracing, ...
... ( 6. ) And fo OTHELLO , pag . 542 . Witness , you ever - burning Lights above ! You Elements , that clip us round about ! There is one Place ... HENRY VI . pag . 169 . 32 The Examination and Correction So, in the other Senfe of embracing, ...
Pàgina 33
... HENRY VI . pag . 169 . And now loud bouling Wolves arouse the Fades , That drag the Tragic melancholy Night : Who ... ( 6. ) Since nature cannot chufe his origin [ ] ) By the o'ergrowth of fome complexion , Oft breaking down the pales and ...
... HENRY VI . pag . 169 . And now loud bouling Wolves arouse the Fades , That drag the Tragic melancholy Night : Who ... ( 6. ) Since nature cannot chufe his origin [ ] ) By the o'ergrowth of fome complexion , Oft breaking down the pales and ...
Pàgina 48
... Henry VI . pag . 164. we find him reading with the old Impreffions , Mine Eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten Flint , Mine Hair be fixt AN end , like One diftraught . And fo in HAMLET , pag , 424 . -- · Your bedded Hairs , like Life in ...
... Henry VI . pag . 164. we find him reading with the old Impreffions , Mine Eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten Flint , Mine Hair be fixt AN end , like One diftraught . And fo in HAMLET , pag , 424 . -- · Your bedded Hairs , like Life in ...
Pàgina 50
... HENRY VI . pag . 171 . Thy Lips , that kifs'd the Queen , shall sweep the Ground . HENRY VIII . pag . 541 . Pray , Sir , be patient . ' Tis as much impoffible , ( Unless we swept them from the Door with Cannons . ) To scatter ' em , as ...
... HENRY VI . pag . 171 . Thy Lips , that kifs'd the Queen , shall sweep the Ground . HENRY VIII . pag . 541 . Pray , Sir , be patient . ' Tis as much impoffible , ( Unless we swept them from the Door with Cannons . ) To scatter ' em , as ...
Pàgina 51
... HENRY VI . pag . 297 . And , lo ! where George of Clarence SWEEPS along , Of Force enough to bid his Brother Battle . But in none of these Places , or elsewhere that I know , is it con- nected with the Metaphor of Wings , or introduced ...
... HENRY VI . pag . 297 . And , lo ! where George of Clarence SWEEPS along , Of Force enough to bid his Brother Battle . But in none of these Places , or elsewhere that I know , is it con- nected with the Metaphor of Wings , or introduced ...
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Pàgina 45 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their...
Pàgina 17 - God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Pàgina 182 - 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.
Pàgina 30 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason...
Pàgina 102 - ... between penetration and felicity, he hits upon that particular point on which the bent of each argument turns or the force of each motive depends.
Pàgina 50 - Haste me to know it ; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Pàgina 126 - Why, man, they did make love to this employment; They are not near my conscience ; their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow : Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites.
Pàgina 82 - Ham. To be, or not to be : that is the queftion— — — Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer The flings and arrows of outragious fortune j Or to take arms againft a fea of troubles, * And by oppofing end them.
Pàgina iii - Pope, and fo high an opinion of '' his genius and excellencies ; that, notwithftanding he " profefles a veneration almoft rifmg to Idolatry for the " writings of this inimitable poet, he would be very " loth even to do him juftice, at the expence of that " other gentleman's charafter*.
Pàgina 19 - That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! nay, not so much, not two! So excellent a King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth...