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.]. |
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... SCENE , lies partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENE I. The Countess of Roufillon's house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo ...
... SCENE , lies partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENE I. The Countess of Roufillon's house in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and Lafeu , all in mourning . Countess . N diffevering my fo ...
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... SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo ...
... SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo ...
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... SCENE SCENE VI . Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Se . 5. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . II.
... SCENE SCENE VI . Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Se . 5. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . II.
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. SCENE VI . Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown . Count . I will now hear ; what fay you of this gen- tlewoman ... SCENE VI. Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon. ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. SCENE VI . Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown . Count . I will now hear ; what fay you of this gen- tlewoman ... SCENE VI. Changes to the Countess's at Roufillon. ...
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... SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . Farewel , young Lords : these warlike prin- ciples Do not throw from you ...
... SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . Farewel , young Lords : these warlike prin- ciples Do not throw from you ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...