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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Strana xvi
... speak slightingly of our great moralist ; but his most strenuous ad- mirers must acknowledge that the construc- tion of his mind incapacitated him from forming a true judgment of the creations of one who was of imagination all compact ...
... speak slightingly of our great moralist ; but his most strenuous ad- mirers must acknowledge that the construc- tion of his mind incapacitated him from forming a true judgment of the creations of one who was of imagination all compact ...
Strana 10
... speak with any con- fidence on the subject ; and we can only assert that seven or eight of the fourteen years , which intervened between the birth of our Poet in 1564 and the known period of his father's diminished fortune in 1578 ...
... speak with any con- fidence on the subject ; and we can only assert that seven or eight of the fourteen years , which intervened between the birth of our Poet in 1564 and the known period of his father's diminished fortune in 1578 ...
Strana 23
... speak of him within the compass of a note will be only to inform my readers that he was born on the 6th of October 1573 : that he was engaged in the mad attempts of his friend , the Earl of Essex , against the government of Elizabeth ...
... speak of him within the compass of a note will be only to inform my readers that he was born on the 6th of October 1573 : that he was engaged in the mad attempts of his friend , the Earl of Essex , against the government of Elizabeth ...
Strana 34
... intellectual : but there is a disproportionate length in the under part of the face : the mouth is weak ; and the whole countenance is heavy and inert . Not having seen the monument itself , I can speak of it only from its 34 THE LIFE OF.
... intellectual : but there is a disproportionate length in the under part of the face : the mouth is weak ; and the whole countenance is heavy and inert . Not having seen the monument itself , I can speak of it only from its 34 THE LIFE OF.
Strana 35
William Shakespeare. itself , I can speak of it only from its numerous copies by the graver ; and by these it is possible that I may be deceived . But if we cannot rely on the Stratford bust for a resemblance of our immortal dramatist ...
William Shakespeare. itself , I can speak of it only from its numerous copies by the graver ; and by these it is possible that I may be deceived . But if we cannot rely on the Stratford bust for a resemblance of our immortal dramatist ...
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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...