Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 strán (strany) |
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... answer . - Dr . Johnson said of these writers generally , that " they were sought after because they were scarce , and would not have been scarce had they been much es- teemed . " His decision is neither true history nor sound criti ...
... answer . - Dr . Johnson said of these writers generally , that " they were sought after because they were scarce , and would not have been scarce had they been much es- teemed . " His decision is neither true history nor sound criti ...
Strana 12
... answering the question , " who is our neighbour ? " as one who stands in need of our assistance , and whose wounds we can bind up , he has done more to humanize the thoughts and tame the unruly passions , than all who have tried to ...
... answering the question , " who is our neighbour ? " as one who stands in need of our assistance , and whose wounds we can bind up , he has done more to humanize the thoughts and tame the unruly passions , than all who have tried to ...
Strana 32
... answer to the charge . This play is a very pleasing transcript of old manners and sentiment . It is full of sweetness and point , of Attic salt and the honey of Hymettus . The following song given to Apelles , would not disgrace the ...
... answer to the charge . This play is a very pleasing transcript of old manners and sentiment . It is full of sweetness and point , of Attic salt and the honey of Hymettus . The following song given to Apelles , would not disgrace the ...
Strana 44
... answer , is Marlowe's . Heywood I shall mention next , as a direct contrast to Mar lowe in everything but the smoothness of his verse . As Mar. lowe's imagination glows like a furnace , Heywood's is a gentle , lambent flame , that ...
... answer , is Marlowe's . Heywood I shall mention next , as a direct contrast to Mar lowe in everything but the smoothness of his verse . As Mar. lowe's imagination glows like a furnace , Heywood's is a gentle , lambent flame , that ...
Strana 48
... answers , " That's every one's conceit that sees a duke ; If he look stedfastly , he looks straight at them , When he , perhaps , good careful gentleman , Never minds any , but the look he casts Is at his own intentions , and his object ...
... answers , " That's every one's conceit that sees a duke ; If he look stedfastly , he looks straight at them , When he , perhaps , good careful gentleman , Never minds any , but the look he casts Is at his own intentions , and his object ...
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Strana 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Strana 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Strana 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Strana 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Strana 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 210 - 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 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Strana 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Strana 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.