The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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Strana 159
... last night - Pray do not mock me , For , as I am a man , I think that lady To be my child Cordelia . Cor . O my dear , dear father ! Lear . Be your tears wet ? weep , yes faith ? pray do not I know I have giv'n thee caufe , and am fo ...
... last night - Pray do not mock me , For , as I am a man , I think that lady To be my child Cordelia . Cor . O my dear , dear father ! Lear . Be your tears wet ? weep , yes faith ? pray do not I know I have giv'n thee caufe , and am fo ...
Strana 161
... last Told him my pilgrimage . But his flaw'd heart , Alack , too weak the conflict to fupport , ' Twixt two extremes of paffion , joy and grief , Burft fmilingly . Baft . This fpeech of yours hath mov'd me , And fhall , perchance , do ...
... last Told him my pilgrimage . But his flaw'd heart , Alack , too weak the conflict to fupport , ' Twixt two extremes of paffion , joy and grief , Burft fmilingly . Baft . This fpeech of yours hath mov'd me , And fhall , perchance , do ...
Strana 187
William Shakespeare. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last fyllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to ( 29 ) ftudy death . Out , out , brief candle ! Life's but a walking fhadow , a ...
William Shakespeare. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last fyllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to ( 29 ) ftudy death . Out , out , brief candle ! Life's but a walking fhadow , a ...
Strana 193
... last penny , ' tis the king's . My robe , And my integrity to heav'n , is all I dare now call mine own . O Cromwell , Cromwell , Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal I ferv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked ...
... last penny , ' tis the king's . My robe , And my integrity to heav'n , is all I dare now call mine own . O Cromwell , Cromwell , Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal I ferv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked ...
Strana 220
... last ; So fweet , was ne'er fo fatal . I must weep , But they are cruel tears : this forrow's heavenly ; It strikes , where it doth love . SCENE VII . Othello's Confufion , after having murder'd his Wife . Yes , ' tis Emilia - by and by ...
... last ; So fweet , was ne'er fo fatal . I must weep , But they are cruel tears : this forrow's heavenly ; It strikes , where it doth love . SCENE VII . Othello's Confufion , after having murder'd his Wife . Yes , ' tis Emilia - by and by ...
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Strana 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Strana 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Strana 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Strana 85 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Strana 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Strana 238 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Strana 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Strana 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Strana 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strana 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.