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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... mean to see The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
... mean to see The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
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... mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . [ Singing . " With that fhe fighed as the ftood , " And gave this fentence ...
... mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . [ Singing . " With that fhe fighed as the ftood , " And gave this fentence ...
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... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness . - Now I fee The mystery of your lonelinefs , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all sense ' tis grofs , You ...
... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness . - Now I fee The mystery of your lonelinefs , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all sense ' tis grofs , You ...
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... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court . I'll ftay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs ...
... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court . I'll ftay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs ...
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... means to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin ...
... means to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin ...
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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...