Commentaries on the Historical Plays of Shakspeare, Том 1H. Colburn, 1840 - 340 стор. |
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... blood . ” † great Norfolk ; so created as the grandson of Thomas Brother- ton , Duke of Norfolk The Howards are descended from one of his daughters . Margaret * It is doubted whether he had this appellation at this time . - Bosw . , 9 ...
... blood . ” † great Norfolk ; so created as the grandson of Thomas Brother- ton , Duke of Norfolk The Howards are descended from one of his daughters . Margaret * It is doubted whether he had this appellation at this time . - Bosw . , 9 ...
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... blood , With too much riches it confound itself : Had he done so to great and growing men , They might have lived to bear , and he to taste , Their fruits of duty . All superfluous branches We lop away , that bearing boughs may live ...
... blood , With too much riches it confound itself : Had he done so to great and growing men , They might have lived to bear , and he to taste , Their fruits of duty . All superfluous branches We lop away , that bearing boughs may live ...
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... blood . Still , con- sidering the situations and demeanour which Shak- speare assigns to such of these men as appeared in the French wars , I cannot but conclude that , though these good names occurred to him , and though he wrote one ...
... blood . Still , con- sidering the situations and demeanour which Shak- speare assigns to such of these men as appeared in the French wars , I cannot but conclude that , though these good names occurred to him , and though he wrote one ...
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... blood that followed about the parts of Wales and Nor- thumberland . In much about the same time , Owen Glendower , with his Welshmen , fought with the Lord Grey of Ruthin , coming forth to defend his possessions , which the same Owen ...
... blood that followed about the parts of Wales and Nor- thumberland . In much about the same time , Owen Glendower , with his Welshmen , fought with the Lord Grey of Ruthin , coming forth to defend his possessions , which the same Owen ...
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... blood up to their bellies . " * With a little amplification , and some transposi- tion of dates , these passages justify our poet . 66 at my nativity , The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes , Of burning cressets ; and , at my ...
... blood up to their bellies . " * With a little amplification , and some transposi- tion of dates , these passages justify our poet . 66 at my nativity , The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes , Of burning cressets ; and , at my ...
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Сторінка 85 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Сторінка 96 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward.
Сторінка 110 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Сторінка 88 - Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Сторінка 90 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Сторінка 196 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Сторінка 195 - O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day ! King Henry. What 's he that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow *> To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
Сторінка 299 - Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man...
Сторінка 142 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Сторінка 126 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...