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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... brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ...
... brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ...
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... bring home ) I quickly were diffolved from my hive , To give fome labourer room . 2 Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that least lend it you , fhall lack you firft . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the ...
... bring home ) I quickly were diffolved from my hive , To give fome labourer room . 2 Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that least lend it you , fhall lack you firft . King . I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the ...
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... Bring in the admiration , that we with thee May spend our wonder too , or take off thine , By wondering how thou ... Bringing in Helena , King . This hafte hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways , This is his Majesty , fay your ...
... Bring in the admiration , that we with thee May spend our wonder too , or take off thine , By wondering how thou ... Bringing in Helena , King . This hafte hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways , This is his Majesty , fay your ...
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... bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievifh minutes how thy pafs ; What is infirm ...
... bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievifh minutes how thy pafs ; What is infirm ...
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... bring me down Muft answer for your rifing ? I know her well : See had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter my wife ! Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou disdain'ft in her , the which ...
... bring me down Muft answer for your rifing ? I know her well : See had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter my wife ! Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou disdain'ft in her , the which ...
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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...