The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, 2 tomas |
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A Hufband fung to fleep by a fair Wife . She bids you ( 8 ) All on the wanton rushes lay you down , And reft your gentle head upon her lap , Ut mala , & c . A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And all the judgments of the ...
A Hufband fung to fleep by a fair Wife . She bids you ( 8 ) All on the wanton rushes lay you down , And reft your gentle head upon her lap , Ut mala , & c . A mad dog's foam , th ' infection of the plague , And all the judgments of the ...
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For whilst I think I am thy married wife ;; And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , ( 1 ) Follow , & c ] There is fomething very like the character of lady Macbeth , in this ambitious ...
For whilst I think I am thy married wife ;; And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , ( 1 ) Follow , & c ] There is fomething very like the character of lady Macbeth , in this ambitious ...
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His modeft wife of virtue try'd Knows not th ' expenfive arts of pride ; Her eafy wifh , the home - fpun fleece Plain in its native hue can please , And happy in her nuptial bed , No jealous doubts difturb her head ; Unlike the dame ...
His modeft wife of virtue try'd Knows not th ' expenfive arts of pride ; Her eafy wifh , the home - fpun fleece Plain in its native hue can please , And happy in her nuptial bed , No jealous doubts difturb her head ; Unlike the dame ...
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Thy fpacious fields , thy splendid house , Thy pleafing wife must thou forego , Nor of thofe trees , thy hands have rais'd , Except the baleful cypress boughs , Shall one attend their fhort - liv'd lord below .
Thy fpacious fields , thy splendid house , Thy pleafing wife must thou forego , Nor of thofe trees , thy hands have rais'd , Except the baleful cypress boughs , Shall one attend their fhort - liv'd lord below .
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... those you make friends , And give your hearts to , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again , But where they mean to fink ye . SCENE III . A good Wife .
... those you make friends , And give your hearts to , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again , But where they mean to fink ye . SCENE III . A good Wife .
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arms bear beautiful better blood body breath bring Brutus Cæfar Caffius cheeks cold dead dear death Defcription doth dream ears earth excellent eyes face fair fall fame father fays fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fight fire fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftill fuch give gods gold grief hand hath head hear heart heav'n honour hour itſelf keep king Lady leave light live look lord means mind muft muſt nature never night noble o'er obferves once paffage peace play poet poor reader rife Romeo SCENE SCENE IV Shakespear ſhall ſpeak tears tell thee thefe theſe things thofe thou thou art thought tongue true turn Warburton whofe wife wind
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