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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... doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes , and kifs ...
... doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes , and kifs ...
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... Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days forgone , Such were ...
... Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days forgone , Such were ...
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... doth ftretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs ...
... doth ftretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs ...
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my life befiege : farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * . ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my life befiege : farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * . ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but ...
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... 'd otherwife , no worse of worst extended ; With vileft torture let my life be ended . t King . Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth King Sc . 3. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 23 He that of greateft works is finisher, ...
... 'd otherwife , no worse of worst extended ; With vileft torture let my life be ended . t King . Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth King Sc . 3. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 23 He that of greateft works is finisher, ...
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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...