The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... expect thofe terrible graces , which he could not hinder from evaporating in the transfufion . We may obferve two things on his imitation : first , that the fubjects of Like a phantafma , or a hideous dream : The Julius Cæfar . 119.
... expect thofe terrible graces , which he could not hinder from evaporating in the transfufion . We may obferve two things on his imitation : first , that the fubjects of Like a phantafma , or a hideous dream : The Julius Cæfar . 119.
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... and fighing , with your arms a - cross : And , ( 6 ) Path , ] i . e . walk ; he makes a verb of the fubftantive , which is very common with him . VOL . III . G And , when I ask'd you what the matter was Julius Cæfar . 121.
... and fighing , with your arms a - cross : And , ( 6 ) Path , ] i . e . walk ; he makes a verb of the fubftantive , which is very common with him . VOL . III . G And , when I ask'd you what the matter was Julius Cæfar . 121.
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... Cæfar , on the Prodigies Seen the Night before his Death . Cafar , I never ftood on ( 7 ) ceremonies , Yet now they fright me : there is one within , ( Befides the things that we have heard and feen ) Recounts most horrid fights feen by ...
... Cæfar , on the Prodigies Seen the Night before his Death . Cafar , I never ftood on ( 7 ) ceremonies , Yet now they fright me : there is one within , ( Befides the things that we have heard and feen ) Recounts most horrid fights feen by ...
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... Cæfar . Cal . When beggars die , there are no comets feen ; The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of princes . Against the Fears of Death . Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once ...
... Cæfar . Cal . When beggars die , there are no comets feen ; The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of princes . Against the Fears of Death . Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once ...
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William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE III . Antony to the Corps of Cæfar . O , mighty Cæfar , doft thou lie fo low ? Are all thy conquefts , glories , triumphs , fpoils , Shrunk to this little measure ? fare thee well . His Addrefs to the ...
William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE III . Antony to the Corps of Cæfar . O , mighty Cæfar , doft thou lie fo low ? Are all thy conquefts , glories , triumphs , fpoils , Shrunk to this little measure ? fare thee well . His Addrefs to the ...
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Página 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Página 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 85 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Página 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 238 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Página 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.