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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... Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war . I Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . VOL . III . B King King . Nay , ' tis moft credible ; we -Sc . 4. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... Senoys are by th ' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war . I Lord . So ' tis reported , Sir . VOL . III . B King King . Nay , ' tis moft credible ; we -Sc . 4. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... ears , but grafted them To grow there , and to bear ) , Let me not live- ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out ) , let me not live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be ...
... ears , but grafted them To grow there , and to bear ) , Let me not live- ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out ) , let me not live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be ...
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... ears my lands , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop . If I be his cuckold , he's my drudge . He that comforts my wife , is the cher- ifher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my fleth and blood , loves my flesh ...
... ears my lands , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop . If I be his cuckold , he's my drudge . He that comforts my wife , is the cher- ifher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my fleth and blood , loves my flesh ...
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... ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put fuch dif- ference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god ...
... ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put fuch dif- ference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god ...
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... ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court ' in Florence . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , Bertram , drum and Trumpets , Soldiers , Parolles ...
... ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court ' in Florence . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , Bertram , drum and Trumpets , Soldiers , Parolles ...
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Seite 116 - 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.
Seite 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...