The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... Rape of Lucrece : " Made glorious by his manly chivalry , " With bruised arms and wreaths of victory . " Malone . 4 Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visag'd war hath ...
... Rape of Lucrece : " Made glorious by his manly chivalry , " With bruised arms and wreaths of victory . " Malone . 4 Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visag'd war hath ...
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... Rape of Lucrece : " And then in key - cold Lucrece ' bleeding stream " He falls . " Malone . 6- to his unhappiness ! ] i . e . disposition to mischief . So , in Much Ado about Nothing : " Dream'd of unhappiness , and wak'd herself with ...
... Rape of Lucrece : " And then in key - cold Lucrece ' bleeding stream " He falls . " Malone . 6- to his unhappiness ! ] i . e . disposition to mischief . So , in Much Ado about Nothing : " Dream'd of unhappiness , and wak'd herself with ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , from which it appears he was acquainted with the practice of marking slaves : " Worse than a slavish wipe , or birth - hour's blot . " Malone . 2 Thou rag of honour ! & c . ] This word of contempt is used again in ...
... Rape of Lucrece , from which it appears he was acquainted with the practice of marking slaves : " Worse than a slavish wipe , or birth - hour's blot . " Malone . 2 Thou rag of honour ! & c . ] This word of contempt is used again in ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , 1630 : " His high - built aiery shall be drown'd in blood . " 8 Sin , death , and hell , ] Possibly Milton took from her hint of his famous allegor allegory . Blackstone Milton might as probably catch the hint from the ...
... Rape of Lucrece , 1630 : " His high - built aiery shall be drown'd in blood . " 8 Sin , death , and hell , ] Possibly Milton took from her hint of his famous allegor allegory . Blackstone Milton might as probably catch the hint from the ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , Lucretius says to his daughter : " O , from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn . " Malone . 2 But now , two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; ] So , in our author's Rape of ...
... Rape of Lucrece , Lucretius says to his daughter : " O , from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn . " Malone . 2 But now , two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; ] So , in our author's Rape of ...
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Page 285 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Page 12 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 304 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Page 205 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Page 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Page 49 - 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.
Page 173 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 290 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Page 289 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.