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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... . . Wet , moiften : the old editions , and with them the Oxford , read dawb ; there feems to be fomething VOL . III . B greatly No more fhall trenching war channel her fields , Nor BEAUTIES O SHAKESPEAR: REGULARLY SELECTED FROM EACH PLA.
... . . Wet , moiften : the old editions , and with them the Oxford , read dawb ; there feems to be fomething VOL . III . B greatly No more fhall trenching war channel her fields , Nor BEAUTIES O SHAKESPEAR: REGULARLY SELECTED FROM EACH PLA.
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... 'er part , till one drop down a coarfe . Oh , that Glendower were come ! ACT ( 12 ) O ] Others read up ; and there feems great probability in it . ACT V. SCENE I. Prince Henry's modeft Challenge . — 12 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... 'er part , till one drop down a coarfe . Oh , that Glendower were come ! ACT ( 12 ) O ] Others read up ; and there feems great probability in it . ACT V. SCENE I. Prince Henry's modeft Challenge . — 12 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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... feems to re- femble that of Hamlet ; as affumed merely to relieve anxiety of mind , and cover fanguinary purposes ; the Prince's gaiety , like that of Faulconbridge , appears to be more genuine , arifing from natural temper , and an ...
... feems to re- femble that of Hamlet ; as affumed merely to relieve anxiety of mind , and cover fanguinary purposes ; the Prince's gaiety , like that of Faulconbridge , appears to be more genuine , arifing from natural temper , and an ...
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... feems to be , the small blades of ice , which are stuck on the edges of the water in winter mornings , and which I have heard called by that name . Edwards . See canons of criticifm , p . 71 . ' Till that his paffions , like a whale on ...
... feems to be , the small blades of ice , which are stuck on the edges of the water in winter mornings , and which I have heard called by that name . Edwards . See canons of criticifm , p . 71 . ' Till that his paffions , like a whale on ...
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... feems to have had the fine open- ing of this prologue in his eye , when he began the 4th book of his Paradife Loft . O for that warning voice ! which he , who faw Th ' Apocalyps , heard cry in heav'n aloud , Then , when the dragon , put ...
... feems to have had the fine open- ing of this prologue in his eye , when he began the 4th book of his Paradife Loft . O for that warning voice ! which he , who faw Th ' Apocalyps , heard cry in heav'n aloud , Then , when the dragon , put ...
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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.
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