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, Volum 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pàgina 11
... doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams this night do make me ...
... doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams this night do make me ...
Pàgina 23
... doft thou proclaim . One . A miracle , a miracle ! Suf . Come to the King , and tell him what miracle . “ One . Forfooth , a blind man at St. Alban's fhrine , Within this half - hour hath receiv'd his fight ; A man that ne'er faw in his ...
... doft thou proclaim . One . A miracle , a miracle ! Suf . Come to the King , and tell him what miracle . “ One . Forfooth , a blind man at St. Alban's fhrine , Within this half - hour hath receiv'd his fight ; A man that ne'er faw in his ...
Pàgina 34
... doft penance too . Look , how they gaze See how the giddy multitude do point , And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee ! Ah , Glo'fter , hide thee from their hateful looks ; And in thy clofet pent up , rue my shame , And ban ...
... doft penance too . Look , how they gaze See how the giddy multitude do point , And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee ! Ah , Glo'fter , hide thee from their hateful looks ; And in thy clofet pent up , rue my shame , And ban ...
Pàgina 48
... doft thou turn away and hide thy face ? I am no lothfome leper ; look on me . What , art thou like the adder waxen deaf ? Be pois'nous too , and kill thy forlorn Queen . Is all thy comfort fhut in Glo'fter's tomb ? Why , then , Dame ...
... doft thou turn away and hide thy face ? I am no lothfome leper ; look on me . What , art thou like the adder waxen deaf ? Be pois'nous too , and kill thy forlorn Queen . Is all thy comfort fhut in Glo'fter's tomb ? Why , then , Dame ...
Pàgina 49
... doft live fo long . Noife within . Enter Warwick , Salisbury , and many Commons . War . It is reported , mighty Sovereign , That good Duke Humphry traiteroufly is murther'd By Suffolk , and the Cardinal Beaufort's means : The Commons ...
... doft live fo long . Noife within . Enter Warwick , Salisbury , and many Commons . War . It is reported , mighty Sovereign , That good Duke Humphry traiteroufly is murther'd By Suffolk , and the Cardinal Beaufort's means : The Commons ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1753 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.