The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... things , you must carry no coals . " And again , in the same play : " Now my ancient being a man of an un - coal - carrying spirit , " & c . Again , in Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : " Here comes one that will carry coals ...
... things , you must carry no coals . " And again , in the same play : " Now my ancient being a man of an un - coal - carrying spirit , " & c . Again , in Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : " Here comes one that will carry coals ...
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... thing , of nothing first create ! 2 - to his will ! ] Sir T. Hanmer , and after him Dr. Warbur- ton , read - to his ill . The present reading has some obscurity ; the meaning may be , that love finds out means to pursue his desire ...
... thing , of nothing first create ! 2 - to his will ! ] Sir T. Hanmer , and after him Dr. Warbur- ton , read - to his ill . The present reading has some obscurity ; the meaning may be , that love finds out means to pursue his desire ...
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... thing more commonly said , than that beauties eclipse the sun ? Has not Pope the thought and the word ? " Sol through white curtains shot a tim'rous ray , " And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day . " Both the old and the new ...
... thing more commonly said , than that beauties eclipse the sun ? Has not Pope the thought and the word ? " Sol through white curtains shot a tim'rous ray , " And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day . " Both the old and the new ...
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... thing ginnith waxin gay , & c.— " Then yong folke entendin aye , 66 For to ben gaie and amorous , " The time is then so savorous . " Romaunt of the Rose , v . 51 , & c . Again , in The Romaunce of the Sowdon of Babyloyne , & c . MS ...
... thing ginnith waxin gay , & c.— " Then yong folke entendin aye , 66 For to ben gaie and amorous , " The time is then so savorous . " Romaunt of the Rose , v . 51 , & c . Again , in The Romaunce of the Sowdon of Babyloyne , & c . MS ...
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... thing you see ? ROM . Ay , if I know the letters , and the language . SERV . Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry ! ROM . Stay , fellow ; I can read . [ Reads . Signior Martino , and his wife , and daughters ; County Anselme , and his ...
... thing you see ? ROM . Ay , if I know the letters , and the language . SERV . Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry ! ROM . Stay , fellow ; I can read . [ Reads . Signior Martino , and his wife , and daughters ; County Anselme , and his ...
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Сторінка 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 52 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 83 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Сторінка 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Сторінка 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 84 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Сторінка 411 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Сторінка 89 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Сторінка 382 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 77 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.