The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 стор. |
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... bear the epithets here given them : the people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hillborough ; and Grafton is notorious for the poverty of its soil . " The above ...
... bear the epithets here given them : the people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hillborough ; and Grafton is notorious for the poverty of its soil . " The above ...
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... bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in , and say , that I mean her , When such a one as she , such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of basest function , That says his bravery * is not on my cost , ( Thinking ...
... bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in , and say , that I mean her , When such a one as she , such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of basest function , That says his bravery * is not on my cost , ( Thinking ...
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... bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , When blood is nipp'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel * the pot When ...
... bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , When blood is nipp'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel * the pot When ...
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... bear'st , Are nurs'd by baseness : thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep , * Impressions . And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly fear'st Thy 36 BEAUTIES ...
... bear'st , Are nurs'd by baseness : thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep , * Impressions . And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly fear'st Thy 36 BEAUTIES ...
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... bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey , And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels ... bears the name of life ? yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , That makes these odds all ...
... bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey , And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels ... bears the name of life ? yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear , That makes these odds all ...
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Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words wretch youth
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