The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... should be col- liers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ftrike quickly , being mov'd . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . Sam . A ...
... should be col- liers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ftrike quickly , being mov'd . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . Sam . A ...
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. But all fo foon as the all - cheering fun Should , in the fartheft eat , begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom ROMEO AND JULIET . A & t 1 .
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. But all fo foon as the all - cheering fun Should , in the fartheft eat , begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom ROMEO AND JULIET . A & t 1 .
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should without eyes fee path - ways to his ill ! Where fhall we dine ? -O me !. What fray was Yet tell me ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should without eyes fee path - ways to his ill ! Where fhall we dine ? -O me !. What fray was Yet tell me ...
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... should forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way . To call her's ( exquifite ) in queftion more ; Thofe happy masks that kifs fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in ...
... should forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way . To call her's ( exquifite ) in queftion more ; Thofe happy masks that kifs fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in ...
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... should leave crying , and fay Ay ; and yet I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's ftone : a perilous knock , and it cried bitterly . Yea , quoth my husband , fall'ft upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward ...
... should leave crying , and fay Ay ; and yet I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's ftone : a perilous knock , and it cried bitterly . Yea , quoth my husband , fall'ft upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward ...
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Page 147 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Page 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Page 27 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Page 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Page 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Page 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...