Elements of Criticism, Volume 3

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A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 - Criticism
 

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Page 175 - pond ; And do a wilful ftillnefs .entertain, .... . , With purpofe to be drefs'd in an, opinion, Of wifdom, gravity, profound conceit.; As who fhould fay, I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! O my Anthonio, I
Page 151 - truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A ftill and quiet conference. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from thefe fhoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load would fink a navy, too much honour. Henry
Page 60 - Seal up the fhip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious furge; And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the flipp'ry
Page 59 - Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits, Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little fcene To
Page 388 - And hence it is, that an object feen at the termination of a confined view, is more agreeable than when feen in a group with the furrounding objects. The crow doth fing as fweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if flie
Page 60 - in an hour fo rude ; And, in the calmeft and the ftilleft night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low! lie down ; Uneafy lies the head that wears a crown. Second Part Henry IV.
Page 6 - 5* Thou divine Nature! how thyfelf thou blazon'ft In thefe two princely boys! they are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his fweet head ; and yet as rough, (Their royal blood inchaf'd) as the rud'ft wind, That by the top doth take the mountain-pine, And make him ftoop
Page 27 - Give me the crown.—Here, coufin, feize the crown, Here, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine; Now is this golden crown like a deep- well, That owes two buckets, filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unfeen and full of water;
Page 127 - butcher ; and then gives vent to his refentment ; but ftill with manlinefs and dignity: O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue. But, gentle Heav'n! Cut fhort all intermiflion : front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myfelf; Within my fword's length fet him
Page 8 - peace, was never gentle lamb more mild ; Than was that young and princely gentleman, His face thou haft; for even fo look'd he, Accomplifh'd with the number of thy hours. But when he frown'd, it was againft the French, And not againft his friends. His noble hand Did win what he did fpend;

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