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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... seems to have had the following passage from Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe , 1584 , before him , when he wrote these lines : " Is the warlike sound of drum and trump turn'd to the soft noise of lyre and lute ? The neighing of barbed ...
... seems to have had the following passage from Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe , 1584 , before him , when he wrote these lines : " Is the warlike sound of drum and trump turn'd to the soft noise of lyre and lute ? The neighing of barbed ...
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... seem rather in favour of Dr. Warburton's interpretation : " Can nature so dissemble in her frame , " To make the one so like as like may be , " And in the other print no character " To challenge any mark of true descent ? " Feature is ...
... seem rather in favour of Dr. Warburton's interpretation : " Can nature so dissemble in her frame , " To make the one so like as like may be , " And in the other print no character " To challenge any mark of true descent ? " Feature is ...
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... seem'd , " & c . Spenser's Fairy Queen , b . v . c . vi . The meaning of neither is very obvious ; but as Mr. Warton has observed in his Essay on The Fairy Queen , by an impercepti- ble progression from one kindred sense to another ...
... seem'd , " & c . Spenser's Fairy Queen , b . v . c . vi . The meaning of neither is very obvious ; but as Mr. Warton has observed in his Essay on The Fairy Queen , by an impercepti- ble progression from one kindred sense to another ...
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... seem ever to have per- ceived that many short prosaical sentences are frequently inter- posed in our poet's metrical dialogues . Of this kind are the words " What one , my lord ? " — and the following line : " Her husband , knave ...
... seem ever to have per- ceived that many short prosaical sentences are frequently inter- posed in our poet's metrical dialogues . Of this kind are the words " What one , my lord ? " — and the following line : " Her husband , knave ...
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... seems to be derived from the ancient Swedes , or Northern nations from whom we descend ; for they practised this method of trial in dubious cases , as appears from Pitt's Atlas , in Sweden , p . 20. STEEVENS . See also Demonologie , 4to ...
... seems to be derived from the ancient Swedes , or Northern nations from whom we descend ; for they practised this method of trial in dubious cases , as appears from Pitt's Atlas , in Sweden , p . 20. STEEVENS . See also Demonologie , 4to ...
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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