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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... thousand deaths , Ere break the fmallest parcel of this vow . ACT IV . SCENE II . A gallant Warrior . faw young Harry with his beaver on , ( 12 ) His cuiffes on his thighs , gallantly arm'd , Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury ...
... thousand deaths , Ere break the fmallest parcel of this vow . ACT IV . SCENE II . A gallant Warrior . faw young Harry with his beaver on , ( 12 ) His cuiffes on his thighs , gallantly arm'd , Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury ...
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... thousand daggers in thy thoughts , Which thou haft whetted on thy ftony heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ? can't thou not forbear me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry ...
... thousand daggers in thy thoughts , Which thou haft whetted on thy ftony heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ? can't thou not forbear me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry ...
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... ! that we now had here , But one ten thousand of those men in England , That do no work to day ! K. Hen . What's he that wishes foke . See the Play D 2 000000000000000000000000 0800 VII . ( 1 ) The First Part General Obfervations . 51.
... ! that we now had here , But one ten thousand of those men in England , That do no work to day ! K. Hen . What's he that wishes foke . See the Play D 2 000000000000000000000000 0800 VII . ( 1 ) The First Part General Obfervations . 51.
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... thousand angry rings , 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 ...
... thousand angry rings , 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 ...
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... waters Run deep and filent , till they're fatisfied , And fmile in thousand curls to gild their craft . The bloody Brother , Act 2. Sc . 1 . ( 4 ) Being all defcended to the lab'ring heart 56 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... waters Run deep and filent , till they're fatisfied , And fmile in thousand curls to gild their craft . The bloody Brother , Act 2. Sc . 1 . ( 4 ) Being all defcended to the lab'ring heart 56 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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