The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volume 7 |
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... breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , 3 □ By Sinel's death , ] The father of Macbeth . Pope . His true name , which however appears ...
... breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , 3 □ By Sinel's death , ] The father of Macbeth . Pope . His true name , which however appears ...
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... breath to make up his message ; to which the lady answers mentally , that he may well want breath , such a message would add hoarseness to the raven . That even the bird , whose harsh voice is accustomed to predict calamities , could ...
... breath to make up his message ; to which the lady answers mentally , that he may well want breath , such a message would add hoarseness to the raven . That even the bird , whose harsh voice is accustomed to predict calamities , could ...
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... breath , as repetition the raven's voice ; though the lady con- sidered both as organs of that destiny which hurried Duncan into her meshes . Fuseli . Mr. Fuseli's idea , that the raven has croaked till he is boarse with croaking , may ...
... breath , as repetition the raven's voice ; though the lady con- sidered both as organs of that destiny which hurried Duncan into her meshes . Fuseli . Mr. Fuseli's idea , that the raven has croaked till he is boarse with croaking , may ...
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... breath , " Hostility and civil tumult reigns " Between my conscience and my cousin's death . ” A similar expression is found in a book which our author is known to have read , The Tragicall Hystorie of Romeus and Juliet , 1562 : " In ...
... breath , " Hostility and civil tumult reigns " Between my conscience and my cousin's death . ” A similar expression is found in a book which our author is known to have read , The Tragicall Hystorie of Romeus and Juliet , 1562 : " In ...
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... breath , Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , ' buttress , Nor coigne of vantage , 2 ( but this bird hath made His pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they3 men in the situation which is represented . This also is fre ...
... breath , Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , ' buttress , Nor coigne of vantage , 2 ( but this bird hath made His pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they3 men in the situation which is represented . This also is fre ...
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Page 373 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 378 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent : Another lean, unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
Page 98 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Page 76 - tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Page 69 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire?
Page 133 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further ! Lady M.
Page 169 - Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...
Page 94 - Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on "t again I dare not.
Page 38 - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Page 207 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.