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 Volumes |
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Page 90
She is my and I leave to be , If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd , illumin'd ,
cherish'd , kept alive . A beautiful . Person petitioning ( in vain ) . Ay , ay , ( 16 )
and she hath offer'd to the doom , ( Which unrevers'd stands in effectual force , ) A
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She is my and I leave to be , If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd , illumin'd ,
cherish'd , kept alive . A beautiful . Person petitioning ( in vain ) . Ay , ay , ( 16 )
and she hath offer'd to the doom , ( Which unrevers'd stands in effectual force , ) A
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Page 97
O , thou ( 26 ) that doft inhabit in my breast , Leave not the mansion so long
tenantless ; Left , growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of
what it was .. Repair me with thy presence , Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish
thy ...
O , thou ( 26 ) that doft inhabit in my breast , Leave not the mansion so long
tenantless ; Left , growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of
what it was .. Repair me with thy presence , Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish
thy ...
Page 150
A Master taking leave of his Servants . Tend me to - night ; May be , it is the
period of your duty ; Haply you shall not see me more , or if ,A mangled shadow .
It inay chance to - morrow , You'll serve another master . I look on you , As one
that ...
A Master taking leave of his Servants . Tend me to - night ; May be , it is the
period of your duty ; Haply you shall not see me more , or if ,A mangled shadow .
It inay chance to - morrow , You'll serve another master . I look on you , As one
that ...
Page 190
Did you but know the city's usuries , And felt them knowingly ; the art o'th ' court ,
As hard to leave , as keep , whose top to climb Is certain falling , or fo flipp'ry that
The fear's as bad as falling . The toil of war , A pain , that only seems to seek out ...
Did you but know the city's usuries , And felt them knowingly ; the art o'th ' court ,
As hard to leave , as keep , whose top to climb Is certain falling , or fo flipp'ry that
The fear's as bad as falling . The toil of war , A pain , that only seems to seek out ...
Page 238
Look you now what follows ; Here is your husband , like a ( 31 ) mildew'd ear ,
Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair
mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Queen . O , Hamlet , speak no
more ...
Look you now what follows ; Here is your husband , like a ( 31 ) mildew'd ear ,
Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair
mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Queen . O , Hamlet , speak no
more ...
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Page 212 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 205 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Page 217 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 209 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 233 - No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Page 72 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 60 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 226 - That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 36 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 236 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.