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 40
... seems to look upon it as desperate . See Can . of C it cifm , p . 72 . A very ingenious gentleman observed to me , upon my afk- ing his opinion of the paffage , that investing , by the common . acceptation , fignifies befiring , or ...
... seems to look upon it as desperate . See Can . of C it cifm , p . 72 . A very ingenious gentleman observed to me , upon my afk- ing his opinion of the paffage , that investing , by the common . acceptation , fignifies befiring , or ...
Pàgina 59
... seem to curse and ban , And ev❜n now , my burden'd heart would break , Should I not curfe them . Poifon be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their fweetest - shade , a grove of cypress - trees ...
... seem to curse and ban , And ev❜n now , my burden'd heart would break , Should I not curfe them . Poifon be their drink ! Gall , worse than gall , the daintieft meat they taste ! Their fweetest - shade , a grove of cypress - trees ...
Pàgina 71
... Seem to quaff joy with him in copious bowls . Now fee the reverse . With plenty crown'd , his conscious heart repines , And gall is mingled with his fweeteft wines . On the rough waves of paffions toft , He still unnumber'd pleafures ...
... Seem to quaff joy with him in copious bowls . Now fee the reverse . With plenty crown'd , his conscious heart repines , And gall is mingled with his fweeteft wines . On the rough waves of paffions toft , He still unnumber'd pleafures ...
Pàgina 88
... seems to strike out a meaning his author moft probably never meant ; if the read- ing be juft , the paffage is plain and easy , fhould we take fug- geftion in its vulgar acceptation ; but it feems very exception- able , nor can I be ...
... seems to strike out a meaning his author moft probably never meant ; if the read- ing be juft , the paffage is plain and easy , fhould we take fug- geftion in its vulgar acceptation ; but it feems very exception- able , nor can I be ...
Pàgina 109
... seem Like rivers of remorse and innocence . SCENE VII . Despair . ( 11 ) If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act , do but defpair , And if thou want'ft a cord , the smallest thread , That ever spider twisted from her womb ...
... seem Like rivers of remorse and innocence . SCENE VII . Despair . ( 11 ) If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act , do but defpair , And if thou want'ft a cord , the smallest thread , That ever spider twisted from her womb ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pàgina 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Pàgina 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Pàgina 85 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 238 - 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.
Pàgina 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pàgina 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pàgina 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Pàgina 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.