The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 3 |
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To Epidamnum ; ' till my factor's death , And the great care of goods at random left
, Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse ; From whom my absence was
not six months old , Before herself , almost at fainting under The pleasing ...
To Epidamnum ; ' till my factor's death , And the great care of goods at random left
, Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse ; From whom my absence was
not six months old , Before herself , almost at fainting under The pleasing ...
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Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η . Done to death by Nanderous tongues Was the Hero , that bere lies
: Death , in guerdon of ber wrongs , Gives her fame which never dies . So the life ,
that dy'd with name , Lives in death with glorious fame . Hang thou there upon ...
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η . Done to death by Nanderous tongues Was the Hero , that bere lies
: Death , in guerdon of ber wrongs , Gives her fame which never dies . So the life ,
that dy'd with name , Lives in death with glorious fame . Hang thou there upon ...
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Pleale it your Majesty , I have done already : The blushes in my cheeks thus
whisper me , “ We blush that thou should chufe , but be refus'd ; “ Let the white
death sit on thy cheek for ever ' , " We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make
choice ...
Pleale it your Majesty , I have done already : The blushes in my cheeks thus
whisper me , “ We blush that thou should chufe , but be refus'd ; “ Let the white
death sit on thy cheek for ever ' , " We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make
choice ...
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Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff , that do hold him to it ;
And tho ' I kill him not , I am the cause His death was so effected . Better ' twere , I
met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger : better ...
Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff , that do hold him to it ;
And tho ' I kill him not , I am the cause His death was so effected . Better ' twere , I
met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger : better ...
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And give you entrance ; but without this match , The fea enraged is not half so
deaf , Lions so confident , mountains and rocks So free from motion ; no , not
death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this City . Faulc .
And give you entrance ; but without this match , The fea enraged is not half so
deaf , Lions so confident , mountains and rocks So free from motion ; no , not
death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this City . Faulc .
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Seite 465 - 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 93 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 457 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 499 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 456 - 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 361 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 3 The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 28. Dez. 2006 |
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