The life of Shakspeare; enquiries into the originality of his dramatic plots and characters; and essays on the ancient theatres and theatrical usages |
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... looks , Let shadow temper terror in his thoughts , And let the terror make the coward mad , And in his madness let him fear pursuit , And so in frenzy let the peasant die . " Shakspeare is the author of the best passages in John ...
... looks , Let shadow temper terror in his thoughts , And let the terror make the coward mad , And in his madness let him fear pursuit , And so in frenzy let the peasant die . " Shakspeare is the author of the best passages in John ...
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... looks of the combatants , " Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank . " This most splendid picture in the drama of chivalric daring could be conceived only by a contemporary of Spenser and ...
... looks of the combatants , " Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank . " This most splendid picture in the drama of chivalric daring could be conceived only by a contemporary of Spenser and ...
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... to do then ? Can I make men live , whether they will or no ? Sirrah , go fetch me the strong poison , which The ' pothecary sent me . O , see where Duke Humphrey's ghost doth stand , And stares me in the face ! Look ; look 178 HENRY VI .
... to do then ? Can I make men live , whether they will or no ? Sirrah , go fetch me the strong poison , which The ' pothecary sent me . O , see where Duke Humphrey's ghost doth stand , And stares me in the face ! Look ; look 178 HENRY VI .
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Augustine Skottowe. And stares me in the face ! Look ; look ; comb down his hair . So now , he's gone again . Oh , oh , oh ! Salis . See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart . King . Lord Cardinal , if thou diest ... Look; look...
Augustine Skottowe. And stares me in the face ! Look ; look ; comb down his hair . So now , he's gone again . Oh , oh , oh ! Salis . See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart . King . Lord Cardinal , if thou diest ... Look; look...
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... Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ! O , beat away the busy meddling fiend , That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul , And from his bosom purge this black despair ! " * " Peace to his soul , if God's good pleasure it be ...
... Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ! O , beat away the busy meddling fiend , That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul , And from his bosom purge this black despair ! " * " Peace to his soul , if God's good pleasure it be ...
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The Life of Shakespeare– Enquiries Into the Originality of His ..., 1 tomas Augustine Skottowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1824 |
The Life of Shakespeare– Enquiries Into the Originality of His ..., 1 tomas Augustine Skottowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1824 |
The Life of Shakespeare– Enquiries Into the Originality of His ..., 1 tomas Augustine Skottowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1824 |
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