The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 pages |
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... kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries , ‡ With purple grapes , green figs , and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble - bees , And , for ...
... kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries , ‡ With purple grapes , green figs , and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble - bees , And , for ...
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William Shakespeare. HOUNDS . My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind , So flew'd , so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook - knee'd , and dew - lap'd like Thessalian bulls , Slow in ...
William Shakespeare. HOUNDS . My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind , So flew'd , so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook - knee'd , and dew - lap'd like Thessalian bulls , Slow in ...
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... kind , Both strength of limb , and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them thoroughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not ...
... kind , Both strength of limb , and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them thoroughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not ...
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... kind , Both strength of limb , and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them thoroughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not ...
... kind , Both strength of limb , and policy of mind , Ability in means , and choice of friends , To quit me of them thoroughly . THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS . For it so falls out , That what we have we prize not ...
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... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else * i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . Fair ...
... kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me , to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of what else * i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . Fair ...
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Page 61 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 103 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 130 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 70 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 17 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Page 127 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 130 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 132 - s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 60 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory...
Page 102 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?