Elements of Criticism, Volume 3A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 |
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... thee , Boling- broke . Duchefs . Alas ! poor Richard , where rides he the while ? York . As in a theatre , the eyes of men , After a well - grac'd actor leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to ...
... thee , Boling- broke . Duchefs . Alas ! poor Richard , where rides he the while ? York . As in a theatre , the eyes of men , After a well - grac'd actor leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to ...
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... thee into the par- lour ; There fhalt thou find my coufin Beatrice ; Whisper her ear , and tell her , I and Ursula Walk in the orchard , and our whole discourse Is all of her ; fay , that thou overheard'st us : And bid her steal into ...
... thee into the par- lour ; There fhalt thou find my coufin Beatrice ; Whisper her ear , and tell her , I and Ursula Walk in the orchard , and our whole discourse Is all of her ; fay , that thou overheard'st us : And bid her steal into ...
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... thee , And can't get loofe . Cato , at 3. fc . 2 . Nor doth the fimile which clofes the first act of the fame tragedy , make its appearance with a much better grace ; the fituation there reprefented , being too difpiriting for a fimile ...
... thee , And can't get loofe . Cato , at 3. fc . 2 . Nor doth the fimile which clofes the first act of the fame tragedy , make its appearance with a much better grace ; the fituation there reprefented , being too difpiriting for a fimile ...
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... thee , like a fow that 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 ...
... thee , like a fow that 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 ...
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... thee that thou wilt yield ; Open thy bowels of compaffion , take Into thy womb the last and most forlorn Of all thy race . Hear me thou , common parent ; I have no parent clfe.- Be thou a mo- ther , And step between me and the curfe of ...
... thee that thou wilt yield ; Open thy bowels of compaffion , take Into thy womb the last and most forlorn Of all thy race . Hear me thou , common parent ; I have no parent clfe.- Be thou a mo- ther , And step between me and the curfe of ...
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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;