Elements of Criticism, Volume 3A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 |
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... Hath Bolingbroke de- pos'd Thine intellect ? Hath he been in thy heart ? The lion , dying , thrusteth forth his paw , And wounds the earth , if nothing else , with rage To be o'erpower'd : and wilt thou , pupil - like , Take thy ...
... Hath Bolingbroke de- pos'd Thine intellect ? Hath he been in thy heart ? The lion , dying , thrusteth forth his paw , And wounds the earth , if nothing else , with rage To be o'erpower'd : and wilt thou , pupil - like , Take thy ...
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... hath feiz'd the wasteful : King . What pity is't that he had not so trimm'd And drefs'd his land , as we this garden dress , And wound the bark , the skin of our fruit - trees ; Left , being over proud with fap and blood , With too much ...
... hath feiz'd the wasteful : King . What pity is't that he had not so trimm'd And drefs'd his land , as we this garden dress , And wound the bark , the skin of our fruit - trees ; Left , being over proud with fap and blood , With too much ...
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... hath fhow'r'd the earth ; fo lovely feem'd That landscape : and of pure now purer air Meets his approach , and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy , able to drive All fadness but defpair : now gentle gales Fanning their ...
... hath fhow'r'd the earth ; fo lovely feem'd That landscape : and of pure now purer air Meets his approach , and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy , able to drive All fadness but defpair : now gentle gales Fanning their ...
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... hath one poor string to stay it by , Which holds but till thy news be uttered . King John , act 5. fc . 10 . York . My uncles both are flain in rescuing me : And all my followers , to the eager foe Turn back , and fly like ships before ...
... hath one poor string to stay it by , Which holds but till thy news be uttered . King John , act 5. fc . 10 . York . My uncles both are flain in rescuing me : And all my followers , to the eager foe Turn back , and fly like ships before ...
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... hath overwhelmed all her litter but one . Second Part Henry IV . at 1. fc . 4 . I think he is not a pick - purse , nor a horse - steal- er ; but for his verity in love , I do think him as concave concave as a cover'd goblet , or a worm ...
... hath overwhelmed all her litter but one . Second Part Henry IV . at 1. fc . 4 . I think he is not a pick - purse , nor a horse - steal- er ; but for his verity in love , I do think him as concave concave as a cover'd goblet , or a worm ...
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Page 167 - pond ; And do a wilful ftillnefs .entertain, .... . , With purpofe to be drefs'd in an, opinion, Of wifdom, gravity, profound conceit.; As who fhould fay, I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! O my Anthonio, I
Page 155 - truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A ftill and quiet conference. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from thefe fhoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load would fink a navy, too much honour. Henry
Page 64 - Seal up the fhip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious furge; And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the flipp'ry
Page 63 - Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits, Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little fcene To
Page 366 - And hence it is, that an object feen at the termination of a confined view, is more agreeable than when feen in a group with the furrounding objects. The crow doth fing as fweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if flie
Page 64 - in an hour fo rude ; And, in the calmeft and the ftilleft night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low! lie down ; Uneafy lies the head that wears a crown. Second Part Henry IV.
Page 12 - 5* Thou divine Nature! how thyfelf thou blazon'ft In thefe two princely boys! they are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his fweet head ; and yet as rough, (Their royal blood inchaf'd) as the rud'ft wind, That by the top doth take the mountain-pine, And make him ftoop
Page 33 - Give me the crown.—Here, coufin, feize the crown, Here, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine; Now is this golden crown like a deep- well, That owes two buckets, filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unfeen and full of water;
Page 131 - butcher ; and then gives vent to his refentment ; but ftill with manlinefs and dignity: O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue. But, gentle Heav'n! Cut fhort all intermiflion : front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myfelf; Within my fword's length fet him
Page 14 - peace, was never gentle lamb more mild ; Than was that young and princely gentleman, His face thou haft; for even fo look'd he, Accomplifh'd with the number of thy hours. But when he frown'd, it was againft the French, And not againft his friends. His noble hand Did win what he did fpend;