The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... live - long monument : For whil'ft to th ' fhame of flow - endevouring art . Thy eafie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued booke , Thofe Delphicke lines , fuch deep impreffion tooke : Then thou , our ...
... live - long monument : For whil'ft to th ' fhame of flow - endevouring art . Thy eafie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued booke , Thofe Delphicke lines , fuch deep impreffion tooke : Then thou , our ...
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... live , And we have wits to read , and praife to give . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excufes ; I mean with great , but difproportion'd mufes For if I thought my judgment were of years , I fhould commit thee , furely , with thy peers ...
... live , And we have wits to read , and praife to give . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excufes ; I mean with great , but difproportion'd mufes For if I thought my judgment were of years , I fhould commit thee , furely , with thy peers ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none or little . Gon . How lush and lufty the grafs looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He miffes not much . Seb . No : he does but mistake the ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none or little . Gon . How lush and lufty the grafs looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He miffes not much . Seb . No : he does but mistake the ...
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... live . I faw him beat the farges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whofe enmity he flung afide , and breafted The furge moft fwoln that met him : his bold head " Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
... live . I faw him beat the farges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whofe enmity he flung afide , and breafted The furge moft fwoln that met him : his bold head " Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
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... live Gonzalo ! Gen. And , do you mark me , Sir ? 2 Alon . Pr'ythee , no more ; thou doft talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your Highnets ; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen , who care of fuch fenfible and ...
... live Gonzalo ! Gen. And , do you mark me , Sir ? 2 Alon . Pr'ythee , no more ; thou doft talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your Highnets ; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen , who care of fuch fenfible and ...
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Страница 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Страница 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.