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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... death , - - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you shall read it in , what do you call there --- Laf . A ...
... death , - - Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you shall read it in , what do you call there --- Laf . A ...
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... death fit on thy check for ever , We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make choice , and fee , Who fhuns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
... death fit on thy check for ever , We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make choice , and fee , Who fhuns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
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... death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp conftraint of hunger ; better ' twere That all the miferies which nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Roufillon ; Whence honour ...
... death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp conftraint of hunger ; better ' twere That all the miferies which nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Roufillon ; Whence honour ...
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... death and danger dog the heels of worth . He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . · Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
... death and danger dog the heels of worth . He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . · Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
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... death ; her death itself ( which could not be her office to fay , is come ) was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place . 2 Lord . Hath the Count all this intelligence ? I Lord . Ay , and the particular confirmations , point ...
... death ; her death itself ( which could not be her office to fay , is come ) was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place . 2 Lord . Hath the Count all this intelligence ? I Lord . Ay , and the particular confirmations , point ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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.
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.
59 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
252 psl. - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
241 psl. - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
84 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.