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Сторінка 89 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Сторінка 481 - Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me ; I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Сторінка 37 - When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, Thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment : every man therefore is but vanity.
Сторінка 526 - King Lear is an admirable tragedy of the same kind, as Shakspeare wrote it ; but as it is reformed according to the chimerical notion of poetical justice, in my humble opinion it has lost half its beauty. At the same time I must allow, that there are very noble tragedies, which have been framed upon the other plan, and have ended happily ; as indeed most of the good tragedies, which have been...
Сторінка 402 - That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment? Though his excellency mount up to the heavens, and his head reach unto the clouds; Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
Сторінка 531 - When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me, Until I went into the sanctuary of God ; then understood I their end.
Сторінка 531 - Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
Сторінка 529 - To know the Poet from the Man of rhymes : 'Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.