The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
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... that it calls not up into his mind ideas more enlarged than the mere sounds of
the words convey , but on attentive examination its dignity lessens and declines ,
he may conclude , that whatever pierces no deeper than the ears , can never ...
... that it calls not up into his mind ideas more enlarged than the mere sounds of
the words convey , but on attentive examination its dignity lessens and declines ,
he may conclude , that whatever pierces no deeper than the ears , can never ...
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... I will be gone : My being here it is that holds thee hence : Shall I stay here to do'
t ? no , no , although The air of paradise did fan the house , And angels offic'd all :
I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To consolate thine ear .
... I will be gone : My being here it is that holds thee hence : Shall I stay here to do'
t ? no , no , although The air of paradise did fan the house , And angels offic'd all :
I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To consolate thine ear .
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The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st VOW That never words were
music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well
- welcome to thy hand , That never meet sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I ...
The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st VOW That never words were
music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well
- welcome to thy hand , That never meet sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I ...
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Though now this grained * face of mine be hid In sap - consuming winter's
drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of
lise some memory , My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left , My dull deaf ears
a little ...
Though now this grained * face of mine be hid In sap - consuming winter's
drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of
lise some memory , My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left , My dull deaf ears
a little ...
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... words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite
ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . * Nipping + Called . ACT III .
HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE . 0 ! 36 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite
ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . * Nipping + Called . ACT III .
HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE . 0 ! 36 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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