Works, Volume 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... apello . Mr. Pope . a mifcreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since the more fair and crystal is the sky The uglier feem the clouds that in it fly . Once Mowb . Let not my cold words here accufe Tis KING RICHARD II . A & L.
... apello . Mr. Pope . a mifcreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since the more fair and crystal is the sky The uglier feem the clouds that in it fly . Once Mowb . Let not my cold words here accufe Tis KING RICHARD II . A & L.
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... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name ftuff I thy throat ; And wifh , fo please my Sov'reign , ere 1 move , K. Rich . What my tongue fpeaks , my right - drawn fword may prove . Mob . Let not , & c . · K ...
... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name ftuff I thy throat ; And wifh , fo please my Sov'reign , ere 1 move , K. Rich . What my tongue fpeaks , my right - drawn fword may prove . Mob . Let not , & c . · K ...
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... Once did I lay an ambush for your life , - A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and I hope I had it . This is my fault ; as for ...
... Once did I lay an ambush for your life , - A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and I hope I had it . This is my fault ; as for ...
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... once a too long wither'd flower . Live in thy fhame , but die not fhame with thee ! Thefe words hereafter thy tormentors be ! Convey me to my bed , then to my grave : Love they to live , that love and honour have . [ Exit , borne out ...
... once a too long wither'd flower . Live in thy fhame , but die not fhame with thee ! Thefe words hereafter thy tormentors be ! Convey me to my bed , then to my grave : Love they to live , that love and honour have . [ Exit , borne out ...
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... once ! brother's . I know not what to do : I would to heav'n ( So my untruth had not provok'd him to it ) The King had cut off my head with my What , are there pofts difpatch'd for Ireland ? How fhall we do for money for these wars ...
... once ! brother's . I know not what to do : I would to heav'n ( So my untruth had not provok'd him to it ) The King had cut off my head with my What , are there pofts difpatch'd for Ireland ? How fhall we do for money for these wars ...
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Page 304 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Page 162 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Page 41 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 196 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 86 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 274 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 291 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 220 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 72 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Page 64 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...