The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]., Volume 3 |
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... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chuse But lend , and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives sweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chuse But lend , and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives sweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
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... give me leave to try fuccess , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By such a day and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave and love ...
... give me leave to try fuccess , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By such a day and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave and love ...
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... give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'it no part I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'it no part I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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... give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know most sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King ...
... give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know most sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King ...
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... give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chuse from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate ...
... give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chuse from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate ...
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Page 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...