The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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Pàgina 7
... fword ta'en out of the town armory , with a broken hilt , and chapelefs , with two broken points . His horfe hip'd with an old mothy faddle , the stirrups of no kindred : be- fides , poffeft with the glanders , and like to none in the ...
... fword ta'en out of the town armory , with a broken hilt , and chapelefs , with two broken points . His horfe hip'd with an old mothy faddle , the stirrups of no kindred : be- fides , poffeft with the glanders , and like to none in the ...
Pàgina 71
... fword , He'd murmur : but yet fo as I oft heard him , " We fhall meet , cruel father , yes we fhall , When I'll exact for every womanish drop Of forrow from these eyes , a ftrict account Of much more from thy hear -t . ' SCENE V. Vanity ...
... fword , He'd murmur : but yet fo as I oft heard him , " We fhall meet , cruel father , yes we fhall , When I'll exact for every womanish drop Of forrow from these eyes , a ftrict account Of much more from thy hear -t . ' SCENE V. Vanity ...
Pàgina 110
... fword of war divides the knot in vain , That very war fhall make thee mine again , my The phantom fpoke , and gliding from the place , Deluded her aftonish'd lord's embrace . Rowe My cabin where I lay ; thrice bow'd before me The ...
... fword of war divides the knot in vain , That very war fhall make thee mine again , my The phantom fpoke , and gliding from the place , Deluded her aftonish'd lord's embrace . Rowe My cabin where I lay ; thrice bow'd before me The ...
Pàgina 136
... fword Sit laurel'd victory ! and smooth fuccefs Be itrew'd before your feet . SCENE IV . Antony's Vices and Virtues . 1 Lep . I muft ( 10 ) not think They've evils enough to darken all his goodness ; His ( 8 ) A race of heaven . ] i . e ...
... fword Sit laurel'd victory ! and smooth fuccefs Be itrew'd before your feet . SCENE IV . Antony's Vices and Virtues . 1 Lep . I muft ( 10 ) not think They've evils enough to darken all his goodness ; His ( 8 ) A race of heaven . ] i . e ...
Pàgina 148
... fword ( 26 ) Philippan . ACT III . SCENE I. Ambition , jealous of a too fuccessful Friend . ( 27 ) Oh Silius , Silius , I have done enough . A lower place , note well , May make too great an act . For learn this , Silius , Better to ...
... fword ( 26 ) Philippan . ACT III . SCENE I. Ambition , jealous of a too fuccessful Friend . ( 27 ) Oh Silius , Silius , I have done enough . A lower place , note well , May make too great an act . For learn this , Silius , Better to ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 212 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 205 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Pàgina 217 - 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 spheres...
Pàgina 209 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pàgina 233 - No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 72 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina 60 - 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.
Pàgina 226 - That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pàgina 36 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pàgina 236 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.