The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 páginas |
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... fair ; In these to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour : that is honour's scorn , Which challenges itself as honour's born , And is not like the sire : Honours best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than ...
... fair ; In these to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour : that is honour's scorn , Which challenges itself as honour's born , And is not like the sire : Honours best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than ...
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... Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or express'd it stol'n ; Extended or contracted all proportions , 모 { To a most hideous object : Thence it came , ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 13 { ...
... Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or express'd it stol'n ; Extended or contracted all proportions , 모 { To a most hideous object : Thence it came , ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 13 { ...
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... fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I ...
... fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I ...
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... fair , They have the gift to know it : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit * The fool was anciently dressed in a party - coloured After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With. coat . * Over - exact . 2 ...
... fair , They have the gift to know it : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit * The fool was anciently dressed in a party - coloured After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With. coat . * Over - exact . 2 ...
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... Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or express'd it stol'n ; Extended or contracted all proportions , To a most hideous object : Thence it came , 2 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 13 } ...
... Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or express'd it stol'n ; Extended or contracted all proportions , To a most hideous object : Thence it came , 2 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 13 } ...
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Página 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.
Página 105 - 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 104 - 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?