The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 |
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... young , the gay , and the passionate ; while these will esteem as dull and languid , the sober saws of mo- rality , and the home - felt observations of experience . However , as it was my business to collect for readers of all tastes ...
... young , the gay , and the passionate ; while these will esteem as dull and languid , the sober saws of mo- rality , and the home - felt observations of experience . However , as it was my business to collect for readers of all tastes ...
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... young , wise , 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 ...
... young , wise , 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 ...
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... YOUNG WOMEN . Beware of them , Diana ; their promises , entice- ments , oaths , tokens , and all these engines of lust , are not the things they go under : † many a maid hath been seduced by them ; and the misery is , example , that so ...
... YOUNG WOMEN . Beware of them , Diana ; their promises , entice- ments , oaths , tokens , and all these engines of lust , are not the things they go under : † many a maid hath been seduced by them ; and the misery is , example , that so ...
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... young , and 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 coat . THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL 9 * AS ...
... young , and 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 coat . THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL 9 * AS ...
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... young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awak'd ...
... young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awak'd ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 103 - 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 102 - 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?