The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 pages |
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... thou didst then ne'er love so heartily : If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Thou ...
... thou didst then ne'er love so heartily : If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Thou ...
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... thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange ...
... thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not : For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange ...
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... thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . THE MOON . When Phœbe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearls the bladed grass . LOVE . - Things base and vile , holding no ...
... thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . THE MOON . When Phœbe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearls the bladed grass . LOVE . - Things base and vile , holding no ...
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... thou hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land , Have every pelting river made so proud , That they have overborne ...
... thou hast disturb'd our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which falling in the land , Have every pelting river made so proud , That they have overborne ...
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... Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , * Vanished . + A body of clouds in motion ; but it is most probable that the author wrote track . + Thatch . One of their kind , that ...
... Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , * Vanished . + A body of clouds in motion ; but it is most probable that the author wrote track . + Thatch . One of their kind , that ...
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Page 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 101 - 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.
Page 49 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Page 220 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 50 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 213 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have?
Page 165 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 217 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 244 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...