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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... wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He queftion'd me ; amongst the reft , demanded My prifoners , in your majefty's behalf . ( 3 ) I then , all fmarting with my wounds , being cold , Out of my grief , and my ...
... wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He queftion'd me ; amongst the reft , demanded My prifoners , in your majefty's behalf . ( 3 ) I then , all fmarting with my wounds , being cold , Out of my grief , and my ...
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... wind ** Within her womb ; which for enlargement ftriving , Shakes the old beldame earth , and topples down High tow'rs and mofs - grown steeples . On miferable Rhymers . ( 7 ) I had rather be a kitten , and cry , mew ! Than one of these ...
... wind ** Within her womb ; which for enlargement ftriving , Shakes the old beldame earth , and topples down High tow'rs and mofs - grown steeples . On miferable Rhymers . ( 7 ) I had rather be a kitten , and cry , mew ! Than one of these ...
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... wind a fiery Pegafus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship .. Hotfpur's Impatience for the Battle- -Let them come They come like facrifices in their trim , And to the fire - ey'd maid of fmoaky war , All hot , and bleeding ...
... wind a fiery Pegafus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship .. Hotfpur's Impatience for the Battle- -Let them come They come like facrifices in their trim , And to the fire - ey'd maid of fmoaky war , All hot , and bleeding ...
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... wind my post - horse , ftill unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth ; ( 1 ) Upon my tongues continual flanders ride , The ( 1 ) Upon my , & c . ] In the ftage direction , rumour is faid to enter painted full of tongues ...
... wind my post - horse , ftill unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth ; ( 1 ) Upon my tongues continual flanders ride , The ( 1 ) Upon my , & c . ] In the ftage direction , rumour is faid to enter painted full of tongues ...
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... winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monftrous heads , and hanging them " With deaf'ning clamours in the flipp'ry throuds , That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Canft thou , O partial fleep ! give thy ...
... winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monftrous heads , and hanging them " With deaf'ning clamours in the flipp'ry throuds , That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Canft thou , O partial fleep ! give thy ...
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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...
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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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