The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 15C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... God , I might not this believe , Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ambitious Norway combated ; So ...
... God , I might not this believe , Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ambitious Norway combated ; So ...
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... which of his poems they are found : " And now the cocke , the morning's trumpeter , " Play'd huntsup for the day - star to appear . " Mr. Gray has imitated our poet : C2 . Awake the god of day ; and , at his PRINCE OF DENMARK . 17 Ber. ...
... which of his poems they are found : " And now the cocke , the morning's trumpeter , " Play'd huntsup for the day - star to appear . " Mr. Gray has imitated our poet : C2 . Awake the god of day ; and , at his PRINCE OF DENMARK . 17 Ber. ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Awake the god of day ; and , at his warning , Whether in sea or fire , in earth or air , " The cock's shrill ... god of day; and, at his ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Awake the god of day ; and , at his warning , Whether in sea or fire , in earth or air , " The cock's shrill ... god of day; and, at his ...
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... God ! O God ! How weary , stale , flat , and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fy on ' t ! O fy ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed ; things rank , and gross in nature , Possess it merely . That it should ...
... God ! O God ! How weary , stale , flat , and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fy on ' t ! O fy ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed ; things rank , and gross in nature , Possess it merely . That it should ...
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... gods for the preference in musick . Warburton . All our English poets are guilty of the same false quantity , and call Hyperion Hyperion ; at least the only instance I have met with to the contrary , is in the old play of Fuimus Troes ...
... gods for the preference in musick . Warburton . All our English poets are guilty of the same false quantity , and call Hyperion Hyperion ; at least the only instance I have met with to the contrary , is in the old play of Fuimus Troes ...
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Page 31 - Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Page 25 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 207 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 191 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Page 142 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 31 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly— heaven and earth Must I remember? why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not think on 't; frailty thy name is woman! A little month or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body Like Niobe all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason...
Page 143 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them :' for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 55 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness...
Page 138 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 207 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.