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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... Son , on my life , I've seen her wear it , and fhe reckon'd it At her life's rate . Laf . I'm fure I faw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv'd , my Lord , fhe never faw it . In Florence was it from a casement thrown me , Wrapp'd in a ...
... Son , on my life , I've seen her wear it , and fhe reckon'd it At her life's rate . Laf . I'm fure I faw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv'd , my Lord , fhe never faw it . In Florence was it from a casement thrown me , Wrapp'd in a ...
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... SON G. " Come away , come away , death , " And in fad cyprefs let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; 66 I am flain by a fair cruel maid . " My fbrowd of white , ftuck all with yew , " O , prepare it . ઃઃ My part of death no ...
... SON G. " Come away , come away , death , " And in fad cyprefs let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; 66 I am flain by a fair cruel maid . " My fbrowd of white , ftuck all with yew , " O , prepare it . ઃઃ My part of death no ...
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... Son of Polixenes , with his Princess ( fhe The fairest I have yet beheld ) , defires accefs To your high prefence . Leo . What with him ? he comes not Like to his father's greatnefs ; his approach , So out of circumftance and fudden ...
... Son of Polixenes , with his Princess ( fhe The fairest I have yet beheld ) , defires accefs To your high prefence . Leo . What with him ? he comes not Like to his father's greatnefs ; his approach , So out of circumftance and fudden ...
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... Son to the elder brother of this man , And King o'er him , and all that he enjoys . For this down - trodden equity , we tread * Winking , a metaphor for half open , In I 1 In warlike march these greens before your town : Being 3c6 A & 2 ...
... Son to the elder brother of this man , And King o'er him , and all that he enjoys . For this down - trodden equity , we tread * Winking , a metaphor for half open , In I 1 In warlike march these greens before your town : Being 3c6 A & 2 ...
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... Son , lift to this conjunction , make this match , Give with our niece a dow'ry large enough ; For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unfur'd affurance to the crown , That yon green boy fhall have no fun to ripe The bloom ...
... Son , lift to this conjunction , make this match , Give with our niece a dow'ry large enough ; For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unfur'd affurance to the crown , That yon green boy fhall have no fun to ripe The bloom ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...