The poetical works of Shakspeare, with the life of the author. Cooke's ed., embellished with engravings |
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... pity , as they are rifing in the mind , are checked and blaited by fudden frigi- dity . A quibble is , to Shakspeare , what luminous va- pours are to the traveller ; he follows it at all adven- tures : it is fure to lead him out of his ...
... pity , as they are rifing in the mind , are checked and blaited by fudden frigi- dity . A quibble is , to Shakspeare , what luminous va- pours are to the traveller ; he follows it at all adven- tures : it is fure to lead him out of his ...
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... Pity pale ; 50 " Or Love's defponding tale " Call from th ' intender'd heart the fmypathetic tear . " Say whence the magic of thy mind ? Why thrills thy mufic on the fprings of thought ? Why , at thy pencil's touch refin'd 55 Starts ...
... Pity pale ; 50 " Or Love's defponding tale " Call from th ' intender'd heart the fmypathetic tear . " Say whence the magic of thy mind ? Why thrills thy mufic on the fprings of thought ? Why , at thy pencil's touch refin'd 55 Starts ...
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... Pity's priest , " From grief domestic teach the tears to flow , " Or Southern captivate th ' impaffion'd breast , " With heart - felt fighs and fympathy of woe . " For not to thefe his genius was confin'd , " Nature and I each tuneful ...
... Pity's priest , " From grief domestic teach the tears to flow , " Or Southern captivate th ' impaffion'd breast , " With heart - felt fighs and fympathy of woe . " For not to thefe his genius was confin'd , " Nature and I each tuneful ...
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... pity , ” gan she cry , " Alint - hearted boy ! " ' Tis but a kifs I beg , why art thou coy ? 78 84 96 " I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , " E'en by the ftern and direful god of war , " Whofe finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow ...
... pity , ” gan she cry , " Alint - hearted boy ! " ' Tis but a kifs I beg , why art thou coy ? 78 84 96 " I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , " E'en by the ftern and direful god of war , " Whofe finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow ...
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... Pity , " the cries , " fome favour , fome remorfe ! " Away he fprings , and hafteth to his horfe . But , lo ! from forth a copps that neighbours by , A breeding jennet , lufty , young , and proud , Adonis ' trampling courfer doth efpy ...
... Pity , " the cries , " fome favour , fome remorfe ! " Away he fprings , and hafteth to his horfe . But , lo ! from forth a copps that neighbours by , A breeding jennet , lufty , young , and proud , Adonis ' trampling courfer doth efpy ...
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Adonis againſt bafe beauty beauty's beft breaft breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death defire doth E'en e'er excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fatire fear feem feen fhadow fhall fhame fhew fhould fighs fight filly firft firſt flain fleep fome fometimes forrow foul fpring ftand ftill ftrive ftrong fubject fuch fummer's fweet gentle grief hath heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour kifs lefs lips live look love's Lucrece luft mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night o'er obferved paffion pleaſure poor praife praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe RAPE OF LUCRECE reafon reft rofe Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare ſhall ſhame ſhe ſkill ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf time's tongue treaſure uſe Venus and Adonis weep whofe whoſe wilt youth