The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Том 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... reason , be placed in competition with this of Lear ; it may be pronounced , indeed , from its truth and completeness , beyond the reach of rivalry . " " An anonymous writer , who has instituted a comparison between the Lear of ...
... reason , be placed in competition with this of Lear ; it may be pronounced , indeed , from its truth and completeness , beyond the reach of rivalry . " " An anonymous writer , who has instituted a comparison between the Lear of ...
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... reason , we discover a mighty , irregular power of rea- soning , unmethodized from the ordinary purposes of life , but exerting its powers , as the wind blows where it listeth , at will on the corruptions and abuses of mankind . What ...
... reason , we discover a mighty , irregular power of rea- soning , unmethodized from the ordinary purposes of life , but exerting its powers , as the wind blows where it listeth , at will on the corruptions and abuses of mankind . What ...
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... , to be changed or performed as sub- sequent reasons should determine him . 2 Curiosity is scrupulous exactness . 3 Moiety is used by Shakspeare for part or portion . VOL . VII . 2 Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the.
... , to be changed or performed as sub- sequent reasons should determine him . 2 Curiosity is scrupulous exactness . 3 Moiety is used by Shakspeare for part or portion . VOL . VII . 2 Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the.
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... reasons by which we shall regulate the partition . " 3 i . e . our determined resolution . The quartos read “ first intent . ” 4 The quartos read confirming . We have this hour a constant will1 to publish Our 10 ГАСТ 1 . KING LEAR .
... reasons by which we shall regulate the partition . " 3 i . e . our determined resolution . The quartos read “ first intent . ” 4 The quartos read confirming . We have this hour a constant will1 to publish Our 10 ГАСТ 1 . KING LEAR .
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... reason without miracle Could never plant in me . Cor . 3 I yet beseech your majesty , ( If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is ...
... reason without miracle Could never plant in me . Cor . 3 I yet beseech your majesty , ( If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is ...
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Страница 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
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Страница 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
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