The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... poor Rowe , and as- attached to the one or the other of these varieties , ) sumes no small degree of merit to himself as the was baptized in the church of Stratford upon Avon , discoverer of a long sought and a most important as is ...
... poor Rowe , and as- attached to the one or the other of these varieties , ) sumes no small degree of merit to himself as the was baptized in the church of Stratford upon Avon , discoverer of a long sought and a most important as is ...
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... Poor souls ! they porish'd , Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er1 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting2 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
... Poor souls ! they porish'd , Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er1 It should the good ship so have swallowed , and The freighting2 souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
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... poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
... poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
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... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Lead away . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I havo [ Aside . done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son , [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Lead away . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I havo [ Aside . done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son , [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
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... poor cre- dulous monster : -Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll shew thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... poor cre- dulous monster : -Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll shew thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
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Page 366 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 31 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Page 31 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Page 262 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Page 325 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Page 30 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Page 172 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 360 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Page 363 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.