The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm` ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and sickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no dearer . Ber ...
... fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm` ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and sickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no dearer . Ber ...
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... fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent . Here he comes ; I pray you , make us friends , I will purfue the amity . Enter Enter Parolles . Par . These things shall be done 3.6 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 2 .
... fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent . Here he comes ; I pray you , make us friends , I will purfue the amity . Enter Enter Parolles . Par . These things shall be done 3.6 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 2 .
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... fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guefs'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come here for phyfic . Duke ...
... fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guefs'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come here for phyfic . Duke ...
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... fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves money , with no ...
... fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves money , with no ...
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... fince ; there is fomething in't that fting's his nature ; for , on the read- ing it , he change'd almost into another man . him 1 Lord . He has much worthy blame laid upon for fhaking off fo good a wife , and fo fweet a.lady . 2 Lord ...
... fince ; there is fomething in't that fting's his nature ; for , on the read- ing it , he change'd almost into another man . him 1 Lord . He has much worthy blame laid upon for fhaking off fo good a wife , and fo fweet a.lady . 2 Lord ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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116 psl. - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
336 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
330 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
82 psl. - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...