A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely NewG.G.J. and J. Robinson, 1787 - 470 עמודים |
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עמוד 2
... face . I believe Dr. Warburton is mistaken ; for it must be allowed that there is a material difference between an ornament worn on the forehead , and one exhibited on the fide of the face . STEEVENS . It is not a little extraordinary ...
... face . I believe Dr. Warburton is mistaken ; for it must be allowed that there is a material difference between an ornament worn on the forehead , and one exhibited on the fide of the face . STEEVENS . It is not a little extraordinary ...
עמוד 11
... face , And as the air blows it to me again , Obeying with my wind when I do blow , And yielding to another when it blows , Commanded always by the greater guft ; Such is the lightness of you common men . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 3 , S. 1 ...
... face , And as the air blows it to me again , Obeying with my wind when I do blow , And yielding to another when it blows , Commanded always by the greater guft ; Such is the lightness of you common men . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 3 , S. 1 ...
עמוד 13
... face : But when he once attains the upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back ; Looks in the clouds , fcorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . Julius Cæfar , A. 2. S. 1 . Ah ! gracious lord , thefe days are ...
... face : But when he once attains the upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back ; Looks in the clouds , fcorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . Julius Cæfar , A. 2. S. 1 . Ah ! gracious lord , thefe days are ...
עמוד 30
... face of mine be hid In fap - confuming winter's drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life fome memory , My wafting lamps fome fading glimmer left . Comedy of Errors , A. 5 , S. 1 . What , will ...
... face of mine be hid In fap - confuming winter's drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life fome memory , My wafting lamps fome fading glimmer left . Comedy of Errors , A. 5 , S. 1 . What , will ...
עמוד 31
... face to foot He was a thing of blood , whofe every motion . Was tim'd with dying cries ' . Coriolanus , A. 2 , S. 2 . The breasts of Hecuba , When she did fuckle Hector , look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead , when it fpit forth ...
... face to foot He was a thing of blood , whofe every motion . Was tim'd with dying cries ' . Coriolanus , A. 2 , S. 2 . The breasts of Hecuba , When she did fuckle Hector , look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead , when it fpit forth ...
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againſt All's Antony and Cleopatra beſt blood Coriolanus Cymbeline death doft doth expreffion eyes faid fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignify firſt fleep fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe furely fweet fword Gentlemen of Verona grief Hamlet hath heart heaven Henry IV Henry V. A. Henry VI Henry VIII himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON Julius Cæfar King John Lear lord Love's Labour Loft Meafure for Meaſure means Merchant of Venice Midfummer Night's Dream moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'er obferve Othello paffage paffion praiſe prefent reafon Richard Richard II Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould read ſpeak ſpeech ſtand ſtate STEEVENS tears Tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Creffida Twelfth Night uſe virtue WARBURTON whofe Whoſe Winter's Tale word
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עמוד 343 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
עמוד 12 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
עמוד 67 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
עמוד 162 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
עמוד 298 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
עמוד 14 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
עמוד 139 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
עמוד 61 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
עמוד 463 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent ; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
עמוד 94 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.