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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12. oldal
... Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury ; : And vaulted with fuch eafe into his feat , As if an angel dropt down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship .. Hotfpur's ...
... Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury ; : And vaulted with fuch eafe into his feat , As if an angel dropt down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship .. Hotfpur's ...
27. oldal
... rife , Which my moft true and inward - duteous fpirit Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending . Heav'n witnefs with me , when I here came in And found no course of breath within your Majefty , How cold it struck my heart ! if I do ...
... rife , Which my moft true and inward - duteous fpirit Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending . Heav'n witnefs with me , when I here came in And found no course of breath within your Majefty , How cold it struck my heart ! if I do ...
46. oldal
... rife to fet , Sweats ( 14 ) But like , & c . ] The poet in this most beautiful paffage is comparing the laborious flave to the lacquey or footman of Pho- bus : He never beholds night , ' fays the poet , but like a lacquey obliged ever ...
... rife to fet , Sweats ( 14 ) But like , & c . ] The poet in this most beautiful paffage is comparing the laborious flave to the lacquey or footman of Pho- bus : He never beholds night , ' fays the poet , but like a lacquey obliged ever ...
47. oldal
... rife and help Hyperion to his horse : And follows fo the ever - running year With profitable labour to his grave : And ( but for ceremony ) fuch a wretch , Winding up days with toil , and nights with fleep , Hath the fore - hand and ...
... rife and help Hyperion to his horse : And follows fo the ever - running year With profitable labour to his grave : And ( but for ceremony ) fuch a wretch , Winding up days with toil , and nights with fleep , Hath the fore - hand and ...
53. oldal
... Rife in his face , ftill fwelling , and ftill growing ; So jars diftrufts encircle , diftrufts dangers , And dangers ' death the greatest extreme follows , Till nothing bound them but the fhore , their graves . Act 2. Sc . I. General ...
... Rife in his face , ftill fwelling , and ftill growing ; So jars diftrufts encircle , diftrufts dangers , And dangers ' death the greatest extreme follows , Till nothing bound them but the fhore , their graves . Act 2. Sc . I. General ...
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againſt Ajax almoſt Beaumont and Fletcher becauſe bleffing blood bofom breaſt Brutus Cæfar Cafar Caffius death Defcription doft doth earth Euripides eyes fafe faid falfe fame fays fcene fear feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain flave fleep fmiles foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword grief hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf juft king Lady Lear lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mach mafter moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf nature never night obferves occafion Othello paffage paffion perfon play pleaſure poet Prince purpoſe racter reafon rife ſays SCENE II SCENE VII ſeem Shakespear ſhall ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uſe Warburton whofe whoſe wife word younker
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85. oldal - 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...
167. oldal - 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...
225. oldal - 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?
85. oldal - 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.
251. oldal - 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.
238. oldal - 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.
168. oldal - 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?
125. oldal - 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.
254. oldal - 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.
73. oldal - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.