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 VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge their fouls ; the Brutian fea Tofs'd by wild storms , more calm than they : And again , Let others infolent and great , Enjoy the treach'rous fmiles of fate ...
... minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge their fouls ; the Brutian fea Tofs'd by wild storms , more calm than they : And again , Let others infolent and great , Enjoy the treach'rous fmiles of fate ...
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... minds . Methinks I could not die any where fo contented as in the king's company : his caufe being juft , and his quarrel honourable . Will . That's more than we know . Bates . Ay , or more than we should seek after , for we know enough ...
... minds . Methinks I could not die any where fo contented as in the king's company : his caufe being juft , and his quarrel honourable . Will . That's more than we know . Bates . Ay , or more than we should seek after , for we know enough ...
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... mind , Gets him to reft , cramm'd with diftressful bread ; Never fees horrid night , the child of hell : ( 14 ) But , like a lacquey , from the rife to fet , Sweats ( 14 ) But like , & c . ] The poet in this most beautiful paffage is ...
... mind , Gets him to reft , cramm'd with diftressful bread ; Never fees horrid night , the child of hell : ( 14 ) But , like a lacquey , from the rife to fet , Sweats ( 14 ) But like , & c . ] The poet in this most beautiful paffage is ...
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... mind of a hero . The hiftorian fays , page 553 , that a little time before the battle of Agincourt was fought , King Henry overheard a foldier fay to his fellow : " I would to God there were with us now fo many good foldiers as are at ...
... mind of a hero . The hiftorian fays , page 553 , that a little time before the battle of Agincourt was fought , King Henry overheard a foldier fay to his fellow : " I would to God there were with us now fo many good foldiers as are at ...
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... mind , Were I a man , a duke , and next of blood , I wou'd remove these tedious stumbling - blocks ; And smooth my way upon their headless necks . And being a woman I will not be flack To play my part in fortune's pageant . ACT II ...
... mind , Were I a man , a duke , and next of blood , I wou'd remove these tedious stumbling - blocks ; And smooth my way upon their headless necks . And being a woman I will not be flack To play my part in fortune's pageant . ACT II ...
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Page 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 85 - 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.
Page 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 238 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.