The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, 5 tomasA. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Highness came to England , fo will I In England work your Grace's full content . 2. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beaufort Th ' imperious churchman ; Somerfet , Buckingham , And grumbling York ; and not the leaft of thefe ...
... Highness came to England , fo will I In England work your Grace's full content . 2. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beaufort Th ' imperious churchman ; Somerfet , Buckingham , And grumbling York ; and not the leaft of thefe ...
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... Highness to present the man . K. Henry . Great is his comfort in this earthly vale , Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd .. Glo . Stand by my mafters , bring him near the King , His Highness ' pleafure is to talk with him . K ...
... Highness to present the man . K. Henry . Great is his comfort in this earthly vale , Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd .. Glo . Stand by my mafters , bring him near the King , His Highness ' pleafure is to talk with him . K ...
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... Highness to behold the fight . 2. Mar. Ay , good my Lord : for purpofely therefore Left I the court , to fee this quarrel try'd . ' K.Henry . A ' God's name , fee the lifts and all things Here let them end it , and God guard the right ...
... Highness to behold the fight . 2. Mar. Ay , good my Lord : for purpofely therefore Left I the court , to fee this quarrel try'd . ' K.Henry . A ' God's name , fee the lifts and all things Here let them end it , and God guard the right ...
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... Highness ' council . By flatt'ry hath he won the commons ' hearts : And when he'll please to make commotion , ' Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him . Now ' tis the fpring , and weeds are shallow - rooted , Suffer them now , and ...
... Highness ' council . By flatt'ry hath he won the commons ' hearts : And when he'll please to make commotion , ' Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him . Now ' tis the fpring , and weeds are shallow - rooted , Suffer them now , and ...
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... Highness hath loft France . Glo Is it but thought fo ? what are they that think I never robb'd the foldiers of their pay , Nor ever had one penny bribe from France . So help me God , as I have watch'd the night , [ it ? Ay , night by ...
... Highness hath loft France . Glo Is it but thought fo ? what are they that think I never robb'd the foldiers of their pay , Nor ever had one penny bribe from France . So help me God , as I have watch'd the night , [ it ? Ay , night by ...
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The Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1753 |
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328 psl. - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
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