The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... dare bring To frown upon th ' enrag'd Northumberland ! ( 4 ) Let heav'n kifs earth ! now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd ! Let order die , And ties than thofe of Efchylus and Sophocles , who fay almoft the fame thing ...
... dare bring To frown upon th ' enrag'd Northumberland ! ( 4 ) Let heav'n kifs earth ! now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd ! Let order die , And ties than thofe of Efchylus and Sophocles , who fay almoft the fame thing ...
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... dare fay , you love him not fo ill to wish him here alone ; howfoever , you speak this to feel other mens minds . Methinks I could not die any where fo contented as in the king's company : his caufe being juft , and his quarrel ...
... dare fay , you love him not fo ill to wish him here alone ; howfoever , you speak this to feel other mens minds . Methinks I could not die any where fo contented as in the king's company : his caufe being juft , and his quarrel ...
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... dares the tyrant's threat'ning frowns defpife , & c . 1 only juft refer the reader to them , as they are fo gene- rally known : Horace too in his epiftles has a fine fentiment to this purpose : -Hic murus abeneus efto , Nil confcire ...
... dares the tyrant's threat'ning frowns defpife , & c . 1 only juft refer the reader to them , as they are fo gene- rally known : Horace too in his epiftles has a fine fentiment to this purpose : -Hic murus abeneus efto , Nil confcire ...
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... dare fay , without vain glory ) Never yet branded with fufpicion ? Have I , with all my full affections , Still met the king ? lov'd him , next heav'n obey'd him ? Been , out of fondnefs , fuperftitious to him ? Almoft forgot my prayers ...
... dare fay , without vain glory ) Never yet branded with fufpicion ? Have I , with all my full affections , Still met the king ? lov'd him , next heav'n obey'd him ? Been , out of fondnefs , fuperftitious to him ? Almoft forgot my prayers ...
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... dare now call mine own . O Cromwell ! Cromwell ! Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal I ferv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies ! ACT IV . SCENE I Applaufe . -Such a noife arose As the shrouds ...
... dare now call mine own . O Cromwell ! Cromwell ! Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal I ferv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies ! ACT IV . SCENE I Applaufe . -Such a noife arose As the shrouds ...
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againſt Ajax almoſt Beaumont and Fletcher becauſe bleffing blood bofom breaſt Brutus Cæfar Cafar Caffius death Defcription doft doth earth Euripides eyes fafe faid falfe fame fays fcene fear feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain flave fleep fmiles foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword grief hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf juft king Lady Lear lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mach mafter moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf nature never night obferves occafion Othello paffage paffion perfon play pleaſure poet Prince purpoſe racter reafon rife ſays SCENE II SCENE VII ſeem Shakespear ſhall ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uſe Warburton whofe whoſe wife word younker
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85 psl. - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
167 psl. - 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...
225 psl. - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
85 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
251 psl. - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
238 psl. - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
168 psl. - 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?
125 psl. - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
254 psl. - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
73 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.