The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heav'n to earth , from earth to heav'n , And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to fhape , and gives to airy nothing A local ...
... poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heav'n to earth , from earth to heav'n , And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to fhape , and gives to airy nothing A local ...
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... poets abound with complaints of the miferies of greatnefs : in one of the chorufes of Seneca's Hercules Octæus , they fing , * O fi pateant , & c . Oh were the minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge ...
... poets abound with complaints of the miferies of greatnefs : in one of the chorufes of Seneca's Hercules Octæus , they fing , * O fi pateant , & c . Oh were the minds of great ones feen , What cares tempeftuous rage within , And scourge ...
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... poet . Two broad funs , their fhields , Blaz'd oppofite , while Expectation stood In horror . Mr. Warburton obferves of the paffage in the text , that " Ex- pectation fitting in the air , defigns the height of their ambi- tion ; and the ...
... poet . Two broad funs , their fhields , Blaz'd oppofite , while Expectation stood In horror . Mr. Warburton obferves of the paffage in the text , that " Ex- pectation fitting in the air , defigns the height of their ambi- tion ; and the ...
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... poet in this most beautiful paffage is comparing the laborious flave to the lacquey or footman of Pho- bus : He never beholds night , ' fays the poet , but like a lacquey obliged ever to attend and follow his mafter , fweats from rife ...
... poet in this most beautiful paffage is comparing the laborious flave to the lacquey or footman of Pho- bus : He never beholds night , ' fays the poet , but like a lacquey obliged ever to attend and follow his mafter , fweats from rife ...
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... poet tells us ; * In vain he spoke , for ah , the sword addreft With ruthless rage , had pierc'd his lovely breast , With blood his fnowy limbs are purpled o'e And pale in death he welters in his gore Nifus . As Commend my service to my ...
... poet tells us ; * In vain he spoke , for ah , the sword addreft With ruthless rage , had pierc'd his lovely breast , With blood his fnowy limbs are purpled o'e And pale in death he welters in his gore Nifus . As Commend my service to my ...
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againſt Ajax almoſt Beaumont and Fletcher becauſe bleffing blood bofom breaſt Brutus Cæfar Cafar Caffius death Defcription doft doth earth Euripides eyes fafe faid falfe fame fays fcene fear feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain flave fleep fmiles foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword grief hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf juft king Lady Lear lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mach mafter moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf nature never night obferves occafion Othello paffage paffion perfon play pleaſure poet Prince purpoſe racter reafon rife ſays SCENE II SCENE VII ſeem Shakespear ſhall ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uſe Warburton whofe whoſe wife word younker
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