The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... plays ; he afterwards called himself ' a dowager editor , ' and said he would never more trouble himself about Shakspeare . This is gathered from a memorandum by Malone , but Steevens does in effect say so in one of his letters ; adding ...
... plays ; he afterwards called himself ' a dowager editor , ' and said he would never more trouble himself about Shakspeare . This is gathered from a memorandum by Malone , but Steevens does in effect say so in one of his letters ; adding ...
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... Plays were printed ; or the Editor and the Public would doubtless have benefited by his ani- madversions and suggestions in its progress through the press . The reader will not there- fore be surprised at the preliminary censure of some ...
... Plays were printed ; or the Editor and the Public would doubtless have benefited by his ani- madversions and suggestions in its progress through the press . The reader will not there- fore be surprised at the preliminary censure of some ...
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William Shakespeare. tion . His brief strictures at the end of each play have been retained in compliance with custom ... plays which are condemned there may be much to be praised , and in those which are praised much to be condemned ...
William Shakespeare. tion . His brief strictures at the end of each play have been retained in compliance with custom ... plays which are condemned there may be much to be praised , and in those which are praised much to be condemned ...
Strana xviii
... play are augmented with extracts from the more recent writers upon Shakspeare , and generally con- tain brief critical observations , which are in many instances opposed to the dictum of Dr. Johnson . Some of these are extracted from ...
... play are augmented with extracts from the more recent writers upon Shakspeare , and generally con- tain brief critical observations , which are in many instances opposed to the dictum of Dr. Johnson . Some of these are extracted from ...
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... race in our own country , and who stands separated from us by no very great intervention of time , the causes may not be difficult to be ascertained . William Shakspeare was an actor and a writer of plays ; in neither of 4 THE LIFE OF.
... race in our own country , and who stands separated from us by no very great intervention of time , the causes may not be difficult to be ascertained . William Shakspeare was an actor and a writer of plays ; in neither of 4 THE LIFE OF.
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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Strana 39 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Strana 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Strana 47 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 89 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Strana 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Strana 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Strana 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Strana 81 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
Strana 334 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...