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 xxiii
... lives , as of illustrious men , were to be written ; and when statues were to be erected to them by public contribution ! The amount of the fortune on which Shakspeare retired from the busy world , has been the subject of some ...
... lives , as of illustrious men , were to be written ; and when statues were to be erected to them by public contribution ! The amount of the fortune on which Shakspeare retired from the busy world , has been the subject of some ...
Strana xxxiii
... Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - torned and truefiled lines . " We think , indeed , that his scenes are rich in sterling morality , and that they must have been the ...
... Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - torned and truefiled lines . " We think , indeed , that his scenes are rich in sterling morality , and that they must have been the ...
Strana xxxv
... live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne'er a tear to shed . As Shakspeare's last will and testament will be printed at the end of this biography , we may refer our readers to that document for all the minor legacies which it ...
... live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne'er a tear to shed . As Shakspeare's last will and testament will be printed at the end of this biography , we may refer our readers to that document for all the minor legacies which it ...
Strana xxxvii
... lives ; and continues to exhibit some relics , not re- puted to be genuine , of the mighty Bard , with whom her maternal ancestor was nourished in the same womb . She regards herself also as a dramatic poet ; and , in support of her pre ...
... lives ; and continues to exhibit some relics , not re- puted to be genuine , of the mighty Bard , with whom her maternal ancestor was nourished in the same womb . She regards herself also as a dramatic poet ; and , in support of her pre ...
Strana xl
... live when earthly monument is none . ON THE WEST END . Not monumental stone preserves our fame , Nor sky - aspiring pyramids our name . The memory of him for whom this stands , Shall outlive marble and defacer's hands . When all to ...
... live when earthly monument is none . ON THE WEST END . Not monumental stone preserves our fame , Nor sky - aspiring pyramids our name . The memory of him for whom this stands , Shall outlive marble and defacer's hands . When all to ...
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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.