The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 17
... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where she is sure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where she is sure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not ...
עמוד 18
... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ...
... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ...
עמוד 22
... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'ft no part I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
עמוד 23
... give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King ...
... give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King ...
עמוד 24
... give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate ...
... give me , with thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command . Exempted be from me the arrogance To chufe from forth the Royal blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 116 - 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 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
עמוד 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
עמוד 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
עמוד 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...