The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... never unfurnished with some prophecy or other , by which they accounted for every event . MALONE . 5 And , for my name of George begins with G , & c . ] So , in Niccols's Tragical Life and Death of Richard III . : 66 By that blind ...
... never unfurnished with some prophecy or other , by which they accounted for every event . MALONE . 5 And , for my name of George begins with G , & c . ] So , in Niccols's Tragical Life and Death of Richard III . : 66 By that blind ...
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... never let me live to be " An abject , after so divine degree " Taken in fortune- . " STEEVENS . 6 Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister , ] This is a very covert and subtle manner of insinuating treason . The natural ex ...
... never let me live to be " An abject , after so divine degree " Taken in fortune- . " STEEVENS . 6 Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister , ] This is a very covert and subtle manner of insinuating treason . The natural ex ...
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... never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this king ? GLO . I grant ye3 . ANNE . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and ...
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this king ? GLO . I grant ye3 . ANNE . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and ...
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... Never came poison from so sweet a place . ANNE . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . GLO . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ANNE . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
... Never came poison from so sweet a place . ANNE . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . GLO . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ANNE . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
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... never shed remorseful tear No , when my father * York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made ... never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing wordo ; But now thy beauty is propos'd ...
... never shed remorseful tear No , when my father * York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made ... never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing wordo ; But now thy beauty is propos'd ...
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Страница 427 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 495 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Страница 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Страница 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Страница 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Страница 305 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Страница 449 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Страница 428 - 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Страница 427 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Страница 54 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.