An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear Compared with the Greek and French Dramatic Poets: With Some Remarks Upon the Misrepresentations of Mons. de VoltaireH. Hughs, 1772 - 288 psl. |
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... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , A hare - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . The great afpiring foul of Hotspur bears out rebellion : it seems , in him , to flow from an uncontrollable energy of foul , born to give laws ...
... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , A hare - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . The great afpiring foul of Hotspur bears out rebellion : it seems , in him , to flow from an uncontrollable energy of foul , born to give laws ...
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... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou do'ft in thy paffages of life Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n , To punish my mif - treadings . Tell me , elfe Could ...
... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou do'ft in thy paffages of life Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n , To punish my mif - treadings . Tell me , elfe Could ...
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... blood . The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd , and the foul of every man Prophetically does fore - think thy fall . Had I fo lavish of my presence been , So common - hackney'd in the eyes of men , So ftale and cheap to vulgar ...
... blood . The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd , and the foul of every man Prophetically does fore - think thy fall . Had I fo lavish of my presence been , So common - hackney'd in the eyes of men , So ftale and cheap to vulgar ...
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... blood , He was the mark and glafs , copy and book , That fafhion'd others . And him , wond'rous him ! O miracle of men ! him did you leave To look upon the hideous god of war In difadvantage ; to abide a field Where nothing but the ...
... blood , He was the mark and glafs , copy and book , That fafhion'd others . And him , wond'rous him ! O miracle of men ! him did you leave To look upon the hideous god of war In difadvantage ; to abide a field Where nothing but the ...
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... blood Of fair King Richard , fcrap'd from Pomfret ftones ; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his caufe ; Tells them he doth beftride a bleeding land Gafping for life under great Bolingbroke : And more , and lefs , do flock to follow ...
... blood Of fair King Richard , fcrap'd from Pomfret ftones ; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his caufe ; Tells them he doth beftride a bleeding land Gafping for life under great Bolingbroke : And more , and lefs , do flock to follow ...
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An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear Compared with the Greek ... Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear Compared with the Greek ... Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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