The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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... bear from us " That bow propos'd ? ' Again , in the same author's version of Homer's Hymn to Venus : " That thou wilt never let me live to be " An abject , after so divine degree " Taken in fortune- . " STEEVENS . 6 Were it , to call ...
... bear from us " That bow propos'd ? ' Again , in the same author's version of Homer's Hymn to Venus : " That thou wilt never let me live to be " An abject , after so divine degree " Taken in fortune- . " STEEVENS . 6 Were it , to call ...
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... bear the corse , and set it down . ANNE . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? GLO . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys " . 6 1 GENT ...
... bear the corse , and set it down . ANNE . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? GLO . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys " . 6 1 GENT ...
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... bear , Says Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . " JOHNSON . The same conceit occurs in The Trimming of Thomas Nash , 1597 : " How happy the rat , caught in a trap , and there dies a living death ? " Again , in Phineas Fletcher's ...
... bear , Says Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . " JOHNSON . The same conceit occurs in The Trimming of Thomas Nash , 1597 : " How happy the rat , caught in a trap , and there dies a living death ? " Again , in Phineas Fletcher's ...
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... Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward sickness , and no grounded malice . It is DETERMIN'D , not CONCLUDED yet : ] Determin'd signi- fies the final conclusion of the will : concluded , what cannot be altered ...
... Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward sickness , and no grounded malice . It is DETERMIN'D , not CONCLUDED yet : ] Determin'd signi- fies the final conclusion of the will : concluded , what cannot be altered ...
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... bear ; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand1 , That came too lag to see him buried : God grant , that some , less noble , and * less loyal , Nearer in bloody thoughts , but not in blood 2 , Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence ...
... bear ; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand1 , That came too lag to see him buried : God grant , that some , less noble , and * less loyal , Nearer in bloody thoughts , but not in blood 2 , Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence ...
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Страница 10 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Страница 425 - 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 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 448 - 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 430 - 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 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Страница 425 - 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 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 441 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Страница 426 - 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