The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volym 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... book entitled A courtlie Controversie of Cupid's Cautels , & c . Translated from the French , c . by H. W. [ Henry Wotton ] to comforte me , or helpe to complaine my great sorrowe . " Again , p . 58 : " - wyth greate griefe he ...
... book entitled A courtlie Controversie of Cupid's Cautels , & c . Translated from the French , c . by H. W. [ Henry Wotton ] to comforte me , or helpe to complaine my great sorrowe . " Again , p . 58 : " - wyth greate griefe he ...
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... Book of the Fifth Earl of Northumberland , begun in 1512. Steevens . And what cheer there & c . ] I had followed the reading of the folio , [ hear ] but now rather incline to that of the first quarto.- And what cheer , there , & c . In ...
... Book of the Fifth Earl of Northumberland , begun in 1512. Steevens . And what cheer there & c . ] I had followed the reading of the folio , [ hear ] but now rather incline to that of the first quarto.- And what cheer , there , & c . In ...
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... Book of Homer's Odyssey , we have : 66 and those slie hours " That still surprise at length . " It is remarkable , that Pope , in the 4th Book of his Essay on Man , v . 226 , has employed the epithet which , in the present in- stance ...
... Book of Homer's Odyssey , we have : 66 and those slie hours " That still surprise at length . " It is remarkable , that Pope , in the 4th Book of his Essay on Man , v . 226 , has employed the epithet which , in the present in- stance ...
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... book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from hence ! But what thou art , heaven , thou , and I do know ; And all too soon , I fear , the king shall rue.— Farewel , my liege : -Now no way can I stray ; Save back to England , all ...
... book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from hence ! But what thou art , heaven , thou , and I do know ; And all too soon , I fear , the king shall rue.— Farewel , my liege : -Now no way can I stray ; Save back to England , all ...
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... Book of Tusculan Questions . Speaking of Epicu- rus , he says : - " Sed unâ se dicit recordatione acquiescere præ- teritarum voluptatum : ut si quis æstuans , cum vim caloris non Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare 34 KING ...
... Book of Tusculan Questions . Speaking of Epicu- rus , he says : - " Sed unâ se dicit recordatione acquiescere præ- teritarum voluptatum : ut si quis æstuans , cum vim caloris non Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare 34 KING ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volym 8 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1809 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and ..., Volym 8 William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Samuel Johnson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1803 |
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Sida 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
Sida 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Sida 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Sida 313 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Sida 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Sida 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Sida 80 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Sida 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Sida 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Sida 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.