The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volume 9Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... , the dreadful group of human woes The daring artist's tragic pencil chose ; Explored the pangs that rend the royal breast , Those wounds that lurk beneath the tissued vest . T. WARTON . CONTENTS OF THE NINTH VOLUME . KING RICHARD III .
... , the dreadful group of human woes The daring artist's tragic pencil chose ; Explored the pangs that rend the royal breast , Those wounds that lurk beneath the tissued vest . T. WARTON . CONTENTS OF THE NINTH VOLUME . KING RICHARD III .
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... royal person : " Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Has . He is . Glos . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with ...
... royal person : " Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Has . He is . Glos . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with ...
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... royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth ...
... royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth ...
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... royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me ...
... royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me ...
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... royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eli . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen : Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves ...
... royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eli . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen : Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves ...
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Page 272 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
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Page 237 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 41 - And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, Into the tumbling billows of the main...
Page 261 - 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.
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Page 260 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening — nips his root, And then he falls as I do.
Page 272 - 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 Kath.
Page 173 - I come no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it. Such as give Their money out of hope they may believe, May here find truth too.
Page 8 - To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass...