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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... voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms , Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rofemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - cotes , and mills , Sometimes with lunatic ...
... voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms , Pins , wooden pricks , nails , fprigs of rofemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , fheep - cotes , and mills , Sometimes with lunatic ...
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... voice of a nightingale . Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herrings . Croak not , black angel , I have no food for thee . Kent . How do you , Sir ? ftand you not fo amaz'd ; Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions ? Lear ...
... voice of a nightingale . Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herrings . Croak not , black angel , I have no food for thee . Kent . How do you , Sir ? ftand you not fo amaz'd ; Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions ? Lear ...
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... voice is alter'd ; and thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst . Edg . You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I chang'd , But in my garments . Glo . Sure you're better spoken . Edg . Come on , Sir , here's the placestand ...
... voice is alter'd ; and thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst . Edg . You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I chang'd , But in my garments . Glo . Sure you're better spoken . Edg . Come on , Sir , here's the placestand ...
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... voice . Lear . Ha ! Gonerill ha ! Regan ! They flatter'd me like a dog , and told me , I had white hairs , in my beard ere the black ones were there . To fay Ay and No to every thing that I faid- Ay and No too was no good divinity ...
... voice . Lear . Ha ! Gonerill ha ! Regan ! They flatter'd me like a dog , and told me , I had white hairs , in my beard ere the black ones were there . To fay Ay and No to every thing that I faid- Ay and No too was no good divinity ...
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... , Cordelia , stay a little . Ha !. What is't thou fay'ft ? her voice was ever foft , Gentle , and low ; an excellent thing in woman , I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee . Kent . ' Tis true , my Lords , he King Lear . A & 5.
... , Cordelia , stay a little . Ha !. What is't thou fay'ft ? her voice was ever foft , Gentle , and low ; an excellent thing in woman , I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee . Kent . ' Tis true , my Lords , he King Lear . A & 5.
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1771 |
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Sida 253 - 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.
Sida 80 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Sida 76 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry : — I will preach to thee ; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Sida 265 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Sida 71 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Sida 81 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me: For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Sida 241 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Sida 261 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Sida 45 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Sida 6 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.