The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, Volume 2 |
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SCENE I. Description of Night in a Camp . From camp to camp , through the foul
womb of night , The hum of either army ftilly founds ; That the fixt centinels almost
receive The secret whispers of each cthers watch . Fire answers fire ; and ...
SCENE I. Description of Night in a Camp . From camp to camp , through the foul
womb of night , The hum of either army ftilly founds ; That the fixt centinels almost
receive The secret whispers of each cthers watch . Fire answers fire ; and ...
Page 32
The poet in this mof beautiful paffage is compas . ing the laborious have to the
lacquey or footman of Pkæbus : “ He never beho ! ds night , says the poet , but
like a lacquey obliged ever to attend and follow his master , sweats from rise to fet
, in ...
The poet in this mof beautiful paffage is compas . ing the laborious have to the
lacquey or footman of Pkæbus : “ He never beho ! ds night , says the poet , but
like a lacquey obliged ever to attend and follow his master , sweats from rise to fet
, in ...
Page 138
Wherever in your fightless substances You wait on nature's mischief - Come ,
thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnelt smoak of hell , That my keen knife see
not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry
...
Wherever in your fightless substances You wait on nature's mischief - Come ,
thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnelt smoak of hell , That my keen knife see
not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry
...
Page 140
All things are hush'd as nature's self lay dead , The mountains seem to nod their
drowsy head : The little birds in dreams their songs repeat , And Neeping flow'rs
beneath the night - dews sweat :: Even luft and envy Neep ! These lines , though
...
All things are hush'd as nature's self lay dead , The mountains seem to nod their
drowsy head : The little birds in dreams their songs repeat , And Neeping flow'rs
beneath the night - dews sweat :: Even luft and envy Neep ! These lines , though
...
Page 206
AL To Ilf : Th Ву And not impate this yielding to light love , Which the dark night
hath fo discovered.se Rom Lady , by yonder blessed moon I vow , That tips with
silver all these fruit - tree tops Jul . O swear not by the moon , th'inconftant moong
s ...
AL To Ilf : Th Ву And not impate this yielding to light love , Which the dark night
hath fo discovered.se Rom Lady , by yonder blessed moon I vow , That tips with
silver all these fruit - tree tops Jul . O swear not by the moon , th'inconftant moong
s ...
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