Elements of Criticism, Volume 3 (Google eBook)

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A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 - Criticism
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Page 178 - Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 15 - Like night, and darken'd all the land of Nile: So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell, Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding fires...
Page 211 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Page 67 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 12 - 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...
Page 17 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Page 18 - And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit, Blossoms and fruits at once...
Page 62 - First in his east the glorious lamp was seen, Regent of day, and all th' horizon round Invested with bright rays, jocund to run His longitude through heav'n's high road; the gray Dawn and the Pleiades before him danc'd, Shedding sweet influence...
Page 55 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.

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