Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and Notes, Original and Selected, Zväzok 1Charles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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Strana ix
... hand in the maintenance of the family . Whether he continued in this situation whilst he remained in his single state , has not been told to us , and cannot therefore , at this period , be known . But in the absence of informa- VOL I. B ...
... hand in the maintenance of the family . Whether he continued in this situation whilst he remained in his single state , has not been told to us , and cannot therefore , at this period , be known . But in the absence of informa- VOL I. B ...
Strana xvii
... hand , honored the great dramatist with a letter of thanks for the compliment paid in Macbeth to the royal family of the Stuarts . * The circumstance which first brought the two lords of the stage , Shakspeare and Jonson , into that ...
... hand , honored the great dramatist with a letter of thanks for the compliment paid in Macbeth to the royal family of the Stuarts . * The circumstance which first brought the two lords of the stage , Shakspeare and Jonson , into that ...
Strana xx
... hand , to * Animated as this comedy is with much distinct delineation of character , it cannot be pronounced to be unworthy of its great author . But it evinces the difficulty of writing upon a prescribed subject , and of working with ...
... hand , to * Animated as this comedy is with much distinct delineation of character , it cannot be pronounced to be unworthy of its great author . But it evinces the difficulty of writing upon a prescribed subject , and of working with ...
Strana xxii
... hand took root , and flourished till the year 1752 , when it was destroyed by the barbarous axe of one Francis Gastrell , a clergyman , into whose worse than Gothic hands New Place had most unfor- tunately fallen . As we are not told ...
... hand took root , and flourished till the year 1752 , when it was destroyed by the barbarous axe of one Francis Gastrell , a clergyman , into whose worse than Gothic hands New Place had most unfor- tunately fallen . As we are not told ...
Strana xxv
... hand of the finer artist . - Some apol- ogy may be necessary for this short digression from the more im- mediate subject of my biography . But the three or four years , which were passed by Shakspeare in the peaceful retirement of New ...
... hand of the finer artist . - Some apol- ogy may be necessary for this short digression from the more im- mediate subject of my biography . But the three or four years , which were passed by Shakspeare in the peaceful retirement of New ...
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Strana 52 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 69 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 278 - 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...
Strana 67 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Strana 132 - Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Strana 246 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Strana 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Strana 334 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.