The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... thing ever happened , probably was the real origin . of the fable . The story has found its way into many ballads and other metrical pieces ; one ballad will be found in Dr. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry , vol . i . 3d edit ...
... thing ever happened , probably was the real origin . of the fable . The story has found its way into many ballads and other metrical pieces ; one ballad will be found in Dr. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry , vol . i . 3d edit ...
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... thing for him . If he is to live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this pudder and preparation ? why torment us with all this unnecessary sympathy ? -as if the childish pleasure of getting his ...
... thing for him . If he is to live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this pudder and preparation ? why torment us with all this unnecessary sympathy ? -as if the childish pleasure of getting his ...
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... thing so monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favor ! Sure , her offence Must be of such unnatural degree , That monsters it , ' or your fore - vouched affection Fall into taint ; which to believe of her , 2 Must be a faith , that ...
... thing so monstrous , to dismantle So many folds of favor ! Sure , her offence Must be of such unnatural degree , That monsters it , ' or your fore - vouched affection Fall into taint ; which to believe of her , 2 Must be a faith , that ...
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... thing . I have years on my back forty - eight . 1 To converse signifies immediately and properly to keep company , to have commerce with . 2 It is not clear how Kent means to make the eating no fish a recom- mendatory quality , unless ...
... thing . I have years on my back forty - eight . 1 To converse signifies immediately and properly to keep company , to have commerce with . 2 It is not clear how Kent means to make the eating no fish a recom- mendatory quality , unless ...
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... thing than a fool ; and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONEril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that front- let ...
... thing than a fool ; and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONEril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that front- let ...
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Page 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Page 335 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 431 - As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 197 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 102 - 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 yon...
Page 349 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...