Works, Volume 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... fweet infant - breath of gentle fleep * ; ] Which thus rous'd up with boiit'rous untun'd drums , And harth - refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair Peace ...
... fweet infant - breath of gentle fleep * ; ] Which thus rous'd up with boiit'rous untun'd drums , And harth - refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair Peace ...
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... fweet to tafte , prove in digestion four , You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father . O , had it been a ftranger , not my child , To fmooth his fault I would have been more mild . Alas , I ...
... fweet to tafte , prove in digestion four , You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father . O , had it been a ftranger , not my child , To fmooth his fault I would have been more mild . Alas , I ...
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... fweet foil , adieu , My mother and my nurse , which bears me yet . Where - e'er I wander , boast of this I can , Though banifh'd , yet a true - born Englishman . SCENE VII . Changes to the court . [ Exeunt . Enter King Richard , and ...
... fweet foil , adieu , My mother and my nurse , which bears me yet . Where - e'er I wander , boast of this I can , Though banifh'd , yet a true - born Englishman . SCENE VII . Changes to the court . [ Exeunt . Enter King Richard , and ...
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... fweet a guest As my fweet Richard : yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in Fortune's womb , Is coming tow'rd me ; and my inward foul With fomething trembles , yet at nothing grieves , More than with parting from my Lord the ...
... fweet a guest As my fweet Richard : yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in Fortune's womb , Is coming tow'rd me ; and my inward foul With fomething trembles , yet at nothing grieves , More than with parting from my Lord the ...
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... fweet and delectable . But I bethink me what a weary way , From Ravenfpurg to Cotfheld , will be found In Rofs and Willoughby , wanting your company , Which , I protest , hath very much beguil'd The tedioufness and procefs of my travel ...
... fweet and delectable . But I bethink me what a weary way , From Ravenfpurg to Cotfheld , will be found In Rofs and Willoughby , wanting your company , Which , I protest , hath very much beguil'd The tedioufness and procefs of my travel ...
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againſt anfwer arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack fafe faid Falſtaff farewell father fave fear fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French friends ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Mafter Majefty moft moſt Mowb muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piſtol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe wilt York
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Page 274 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 291 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
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Page 72 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Page 64 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...