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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Pàgina 7
... hath he there been seen With tears augmenting the fresh morning - dew ; Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep fighs : P But all fo foon as the all - cheering fun Sc . 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET . To wield old partifans, in hands as old, ...
... hath he there been seen With tears augmenting the fresh morning - dew ; Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep fighs : P But all fo foon as the all - cheering fun Sc . 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET . To wield old partifans, in hands as old, ...
Pàgina 10
... hath fworn , that the will fill live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that fparing makes huge . For beauty , ftarv'd with her feverity , Cuts beauty off from all pofterity . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair , To merit blifs ...
... hath fworn , that the will fill live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that fparing makes huge . For beauty , ftarv'd with her feverity , Cuts beauty off from all pofterity . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair , To merit blifs ...
Pàgina 11
... hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made . The ...
... hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made . The ...
Pàgina 15
... hath not fuch a flower . Nurfe . Nay , he's a flower ; in faith , a very flower . La . Cap . What fay you , can you like the gentleman ? This night you thall behold him at our feast : Read o'er the volume of young Prais ' face , And ...
... hath not fuch a flower . Nurfe . Nay , he's a flower ; in faith , a very flower . La . Cap . What fay you , can you like the gentleman ? This night you thall behold him at our feast : Read o'er the volume of young Prais ' face , And ...
Pàgina 17
... hath been with you . She is the fancy's midwife , and the comes In fhape no bigger than an agat - itone On the forefinger of an alderman ; • Drawn with a team of little atomies , ' Athwart mens ' notes as they lie afleep : Her waggon ...
... hath been with you . She is the fancy's midwife , and the comes In fhape no bigger than an agat - itone On the forefinger of an alderman ; • Drawn with a team of little atomies , ' Athwart mens ' notes as they lie afleep : Her waggon ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 147 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Pàgina 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 27 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pàgina 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pàgina 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Pàgina 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pàgina 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 177 - 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 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...