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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... eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !. But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him ...
... eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !. But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him ...
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... eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature 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 ...
... eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature 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 ...
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... eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother ... eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam ...
... eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother ... eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam ...
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... eyes See it fo grofsly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not ...
... eyes See it fo grofsly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not ...
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... eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all ...
... eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all ...
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Popular passages
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...