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... reason to indulge predecessor had been too ignorant . In 1768 , an their hopes of supreme excellence , than when he edition of Shakspeare was given to the public by seems fully resolved to sink them in dejection , and Capell ; a man ...
... reason to indulge predecessor had been too ignorant . In 1768 , an their hopes of supreme excellence , than when he edition of Shakspeare was given to the public by seems fully resolved to sink them in dejection , and Capell ; a man ...
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... reason to think that the eldest of these young princes walked at his uncle's coronation ; and that the youngest escaped to meet his death , under the name of Perkin Warbeck , from the hand of the first Tudor . But the scene of ...
... reason to think that the eldest of these young princes walked at his uncle's coronation ; and that the youngest escaped to meet his death , under the name of Perkin Warbeck , from the hand of the first Tudor . But the scene of ...
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... reason for the discontinuance of the action , to a piace called Alexandria , separa- us suppose , then , that in the fulness of the scenic excitement , a friend at our elbow , with the impas- sible fibre of a Johnson , were to shake us ...
... reason for the discontinuance of the action , to a piace called Alexandria , separa- us suppose , then , that in the fulness of the scenic excitement , a friend at our elbow , with the impas- sible fibre of a Johnson , were to shake us ...
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... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most ...
... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most ...
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... reason ? My brave spirit ! that this coil2 Not a soul Ari . But felt a fever of the mad3 , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the ...
... reason ? My brave spirit ! that this coil2 Not a soul Ari . But felt a fever of the mad3 , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the ...
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Page 167 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 351 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Page 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Page 349 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 229 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.