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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... tongue , Amongst a grove the very straiteft plant , Who is fweet fortune's mirror and her pride : Whilft I by looking on the praise of him , See riot and difhonour stain the brow Of my young Harry .. SCENE III . Prince Henry's Soliloquy ...
... tongue , Amongst a grove the very straiteft plant , Who is fweet fortune's mirror and her pride : Whilft I by looking on the praise of him , See riot and difhonour stain the brow Of my young Harry .. SCENE III . Prince Henry's Soliloquy ...
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... tongues continual flanders ride , The ( 1 ) Upon my , & c . ] In the ftage direction , rumour is faid to enter painted full of tongues . Shakespear , in his description of rumour , had doubtless a view either to Virgil's celebrated de ...
... tongues continual flanders ride , The ( 1 ) Upon my , & c . ] In the ftage direction , rumour is faid to enter painted full of tongues . Shakespear , in his description of rumour , had doubtless a view either to Virgil's celebrated de ...
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... tongue to tell thy errand . Even fuch a man , fo faint , fo fpiritless , So dull , fo dead in look , fo woe be - gone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd .. I fee a strange ...
... tongue to tell thy errand . Even fuch a man , fo faint , fo fpiritless , So dull , fo dead in look , fo woe be - gone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd .. I fee a strange ...
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William Shakespeare. Hath but a lofing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a fullen bell , Remember'd tolling a departed friend . Greater Griefs defroy the less . As the wretch , whofe fever - weaken'd joints , Like ftrengthlefs ...
William Shakespeare. Hath but a lofing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a fullen bell , Remember'd tolling a departed friend . Greater Griefs defroy the less . As the wretch , whofe fever - weaken'd joints , Like ftrengthlefs ...
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... tongue should stumble in mine earnest words , Mine This fentiment is plainly fhadow'd from two celebrated odes of Horace ; the 22d of the first book , and the 3d of the 3d book . The first begins , Integer vitæ , & c . From virtue's ...
... tongue should stumble in mine earnest words , Mine This fentiment is plainly fhadow'd from two celebrated odes of Horace ; the 22d of the first book , and the 3d of the 3d book . The first begins , Integer vitæ , & c . From virtue's ...
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