The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... those that beget " Tales , Tempefts , and fuch like drolleries . " STEEVENS . I was informed by the late Mr. Collins of Chichester , that Shakspeare's Tempeft , for which no origin is yet affigned , was formed on a romance called ...
... those that beget " Tales , Tempefts , and fuch like drolleries . " STEEVENS . I was informed by the late Mr. Collins of Chichester , that Shakspeare's Tempeft , for which no origin is yet affigned , was formed on a romance called ...
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... those that I faw fuffer ! a brave veffel , Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her , the fhipwreck of Pyrocles is described , with this concluding cir- cumstance : " But a monstrous cry , begotten of many roaring voyces , was able ...
... those that I faw fuffer ! a brave veffel , Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her , the fhipwreck of Pyrocles is described , with this concluding cir- cumstance : " But a monstrous cry , begotten of many roaring voyces , was able ...
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... those inftances where the repeated word appears to have been caught by the compofitor's eye glancing on the line above , or below , or where a word is printed twice in the fame line . MALONE . Than we bring men to comfort them : ] It ...
... those inftances where the repeated word appears to have been caught by the compofitor's eye glancing on the line above , or below , or where a word is printed twice in the fame line . MALONE . Than we bring men to comfort them : ] It ...
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... those countries that were never tilled , we shall find that in refpect of our's they are moft excellent , and as delicate unto our taste , there is no reafon Art should gain the point of our great and puissant mother , Nature ...
... those countries that were never tilled , we shall find that in refpect of our's they are moft excellent , and as delicate unto our taste , there is no reafon Art should gain the point of our great and puissant mother , Nature ...
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... those who engaged in long and hazardous expeditions , to place out a fum of money on condition of receiving great intereft for it at their return home . So Puntarvolo ( it is Theobald's quotation ) in Ben Jonfon's Every Man out of his ...
... those who engaged in long and hazardous expeditions , to place out a fum of money on condition of receiving great intereft for it at their return home . So Puntarvolo ( it is Theobald's quotation ) in Ben Jonfon's Every Man out of his ...
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Seite 80 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Seite 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Seite 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Seite 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Seite 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Seite 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Seite 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.